Christmas Chaos

Can I ever feel happiness? I don't think so..

I shut the door and plopped down on the floor. Putting my head between my knees I shut both my ears with my cold palms. It was that dreaded time of the year again. The time when everyone just looks overjoyed. All the shops are brightly lit and everybody is out shopping. There are kids running around in an excited trance. People dressed in warm, comfy clothes and gloves walk around with smily faces, like there are no problems in the world. They are all just so...happy. I sighed realising it's a feeling I was never going to have. I can never be happy. I can't jump around and make my wish list. I can't tie my socks and wait for Santa to come. I don't have friends who will build snow mans with me. I don't have parents who will fuss over me and put a gift in my sock once I'm asleep. Most importantly, I don't have a Family who will hug me and wish me... Happy Christmas.

Yes, Christmas was fast approaching, not that it is in any way going to affect me. I learnt at a very young age in a very tough way that Santa Claus was not real. It crushed my little 4 year old heart. I was putting up my sock as I wished for Santa to arrive fast and bring me that cute pink frock. Well I was just blindly following the other kids. Mrs. Hall snorted and told me I wasn't going to get any pink frock. I told her yellow would do just fine. She in return told me that santa was not even real so I was'nt going to get anything. I did not believe her, I put up a fight and started throwing a tantrum yelling that Santa was definitely real. Mrs. Hall in turn held me by the collar and pushed me outside the door into the pavement and told me to stay there till I get over my fit. It was cold and I rubbed my palms together trying to get a little warmth. I never had warm clothes or gloves so I was just wearing a sleeveless T- Shirt and shorts. I sobbed and hugged my knees closer to myself as I wished for mommy to come quick and get me. Tears ran freely down my face. Suddenly a little boy appeared from the nearby street. He was smiling and holding on to his mom's hand. I Looked at him feeling calmed down. He then turned around and caught my eye. His face turned into one of confusion. He then whispered to his mom who also turned around to look at me. I suddenly felt conscious and straightened up a little. The boy suddenly let go of his mother's hand and taking a gift from the cover ran over towards me.

"Hey" he said once he reached me.

"Hi" I said feeling a little shy.

"My name is Mason, what's yours?" he asked me expectantly

"Andrea" I said in a hoarse voice.

"Were you crying?" he asked tilting his head to the side.

"Yeah" I said bending my head low

"You don't look pretty when you cry" he said in a sad tone. My head snapped up and he wiped away my tears with his fingers. "You shouldn't cry" he said in a more serious demanding tone.

"Why?" I asked

"Because it's Christmas. Santa doesn't give gifts to those who cry" he said

"Mason, honey get back here." His mom called..

"Coming mom!" he yelled over his shoulder before turning back to me and saying "You look cold, have this" as he gave me his sweater. I was too stunned to answer. "This too" he said handing me the gift in his hands. "See you later Andrea. Merry Christmas" he shouted over his shoulder.

Once he was finally out of sight and my mouth started working I slowly whispered "Bye Mason"

When I was finally allowed inside the next day, true to Mrs. Hall's words, there was no gift inside the sock. Later during the day I opened the present Mason gave me, to see a ... pink frock. I learnt that Santa wasn't real, but somewhere his spirit existed in the hearts of people and he often came down to earth in the disguise of an angel and that is what Christmas is all about.

I never saw Mason after that, but even though his sweater is now small for me and couldn't provide any physical heat, it always filled my heart with warmth each time I looked at it.

I sighed again as I got up and looked outside the window. "I wish I had a family" I whispered softly looking at the tree and willed myself not to cry remembering the conversation I had with Mason. I could not afford this wish not being granted

"Andrea Wilson! Get your a** down here this very instant! Whom do you think will clean the dishes?" Mrs. Hall's voice boomed up the stairs. Of course me. Who else? I snorted.

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An- so this is just the first chapter. The story is going to get much more humorous as it goes on so don't go by just this prologue sort of chapter. The fun is yet to start. hope you enjoy

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