Santa Claus Doesn't Exist

by sandshovel

In between wolfing down homemade fried potatoes and gulping hot coffee, my son told me he planned on joining the RCMP and that he's found God. With shining eyes he relayed to me the signs he swears are from the heavens and that now he knows the emptiness inside of himself can only be filled by a strong faith. The first sign was recently at an Alpha meeting through the church he grudging goes to with his wife and her family and at the dinner out of over a hundred people they could have sat next to, a retired RCMP officer and his wife join their table. The second sign was the following day parked at a restaurant with his co-worker and he saw what looked like his cat which ran away five years ago; his collar said Tiger, he looked like Tiger and then he did a remarkable thing: jumped up on the tire of a truck which read Tiger Paw. He figured the cat belonged to Breakaway Motel and I went the following day to investigate; the owner motioned to the hallway to check for myself if the cat was indeed our lost pet. Outside my car I dialed my son's cellphone number, waited for his voice and then told him the truth and I felt like I did when I revealed to him Santa Claus doesn't exist.


sandshovel, author of Blind Date, Part 2, loves the outdoors. If she's not running, biking or climbing a mountain, she's at the beach: pail and shovel in hand.


Leatherdykeuk said...

What a great tale. I want to know if the son changed his mind about the RCMP after that.

natasha said...

No, he hasn't changed his mind about that. He likes the idea that the RCMP always get their man.

I knew he was getting a little carried away with 'signs..'

Thanks for reading.


Anonymous said...

great to see you back!!!

natasha said...

Thanks for the warm welcome. I'm recovering from a mild case of writer's block.


Adam J. Whitlatch said...

Writer's Block BAD!!

DEATH TO THE BLANK WHITE PAGES!!! The revolution begins here!! LoL

Phenomenal Six... welcome back!


natasha said...

Thanks, Adam.

I thought to write just six little sentences; anyone can do that. So I did and my creativity returned, like magic.


Madam Z said...

Wait a minute! Santa Claus doesn't exist???

Oh well, I forgive you for disillusioning me, because you wrote such a delightful story.

natasha said...
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natasha said...

The truth hurts! Thanks for reading madam z.