The Christmas present

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 “Mom, will Santa give
me a present tomorrow?”, she asked.
“I don’t know child. May be he will. “, she replied. Every
year her husband would dress up like Santa Claus and give their daughter gifts.
But a cruel illness had taken him away from them. The pain was too hard for her
bear but then she had a daughter to bring up.
“Mom, why haven’t we put up the Christmas tree yet? All my
friends have Christmas trees in their houses.”
“No darling. We won’t put it up”
“But why Mom? Let us put it up, please. It is Christmas
after all!”
“Let me see what I can do. Now be a good girl and go to bed”,
she said though she didn’t know what to do. She hadn’t gotten over his loss and
it was hard to celebrate. But she had to do something.
As she walked up to the attic to find the old decorations,
she got a call. It was his best friend. “He had asked me to give presents to
your daughter every Christmas. I’ll be coming around 10 tomorrow. Is that okay?”
“Yes”, she whispered as a lone tear trickled down from her
Word count: 200
This post is written in response to the prompt at Sunday Photo Fiction

12 responses to “The Christmas present”

  1. Alana says:

    I was raised by a single father after my mother died. That story was very well done. I can not imagine the pain my Dad went through but he had to hide it for my welfare.

  2. Maliny Mohan says:

    Poignant story. Very well written. It made me sigh.

  3. Loved it… a very touching story….

  4. It's a Christmas miracle, indeed!

  5. Kala Ravi says:

    Yes life goes on, whether we want it or like it! And with time, the biggest of wounds heal! I liked that the sad situation ended on a positive note.

  6. RogerShipp says:

    What a great friend the father had….

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