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Rated: E · Fiction · Contest Entry · #2176488
Short fantasy story for Writer's Cramp Contest
Teddy and his mom were both curled up by the fireplace in front of their simply decorated Christmas tree, dressed in matching red pajamas with tiny reindeers printed on them. They sipped hot chocolate while waiting for Santa Claus to come by on a fire truck to hand out candy. A Christmas eve tradition that has been in their neighborhood for years.

“So people call him Kris Kringle and some people call him St. Nick? Teddy asked confused.

“Yes his name is Kris Kringle and his nickname is St. Nick.”

“I don't get why people want to make up another name for someone. What's in a nick name?”

“Nicknames can be made up or they may come from other places. Saint Nick actually comes from Dutch immigrants who brought a legend of a man who gives gifts to children, to America. Santa Claus took on that name. They are the same person. Understand?”

Teddy shakes his head up and down as he sips on his hot chocolate. “So do you want your Christmas present tonight mom?”

“I will open mine if you open one of yours?”

“Yes!” Teddy jumps up, places his hot chocolate on the fireplace mantel and races to the other side of the Christmas tree. He grabs a small box wrapped in blue wrapping paper decorated with little snowmen. He walks back over to the fireplace and sits down next to his mom once again and hands her the box. A smile beaming across his face.

Diane slowly unwraps the box and pulls the lid off. She reaches into the box and pulls her present out. Dangling from a red ribbon she holds a small and simple ornament. A porcelain red rose.

“I love it!” She leans over and kisses Teddy on the cheek. Teddy roughly wipes his cheek with his palm, making sure to get all remnants of the kiss off his face. “Mom!” He likes to pretend he is not a momma's boy.

“Will you help me decide where to place it on the tree?” Diane asks.

“Sure.” Teddy jumps up and points to a sparse spot on the front of the tree. “This spot is kind of bare.”

“I think that's the perfect place for it.” Diane walks over to the tree and hangs the red rose by it's ribbon from one of the front tree branches about mid way up the tree. She then searches through several presents that have already been placed under the tree. She picks up a medium sized present wrapped in red paper with santas printed on it and hands it to Teddy. “I think this is good present for you to open tonight.”

“Is it a fun one, mom?” Teddy always gets to open one present on Christmas eve and since it's only one present he must make sure it's a fun one.

“I think it is.” mom reassures him with a nod.

Teddy wastes no time unwrapping his present, sending bits of wrapping paper flying through the air. He holds it out in front of him so he can get a good look.

“Mouse Trap Game! Awesome mom! Can we play it tonight?”

“Sure. That will be lots of fun. Let's play it after santa comes on the firetruck. He should be here soon.”

“You know I'm getting old enough that getting candy from santa isn't really a big deal to me. We could skip it mom. I also know that's not santa. It's just a fireman dressed up like santa.”

“Let's not skip it honey. It doesn't take long and we do it every year. Can we do it just one more year?” Diane, not sure how to reply to her son's fireman comment, says nothing about it.

“I guess so. I know you want to do it for the memories,” Teddy teases his mom.

“It's more than memories. It's the fun of going outside together on Christmas eve and getting candy. It's just another fun thing we do together at Christmas time that I love.”

“Yea. You're right. I think I love it too.” Teddy crawls over closer to his mom and gives her a hug.

“Okay we will get candy from santa and then make some cookies for santa like we always do each year and then play Mouse Trap?” Teddy asks.

“Yes. That sounds good, honey.”

“But there is one other thing mom. I want to eat all the cookies ourselves this year. No more saving them for santa.”

“Okay honey, but why don't you want to save any cookies for santa?”

“I got a real good look at santa last year when he was walking outside our house on Christmas eve and I hate to tell you this, but santa's an imposter. It's really uncle Steve, mom! I don't think santa really exists. Uncle Steve has been fooling us all these years. ”

“Oh really?! Well, I guess he doesn't get any cookies then!” Diane burst out in laughter as they hear a fire truck's horn honking in the distance. As they put on their coats preparing to go outside Diane reminds herself that she had better call her brother and tell him not to bother coming by as santa this year. He's been made.
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