Anything Goes (Scomiche)

Magic

So, I have a couple Christmas one shots up my sleeve. I love Christmas and I love these stupid boys, unfortunately, so I'll be updating a few more randomly till Christmas :]

"Mama! Mama I finished it!" Six year old Scott had screamed as he ran out of his room and into his mom's. "I finished my letter to Santa!"

Except when he made it to her room, she wasn't as happy as he was. In fact, she was sitting up in bed, looking at a bunch of papers that had been ripped out of envelopes and she was crying.

"Mama, what's wrong?" He asked as he climbed into bed to hug her. "Why are you crying?"

She wiped her eyes and gave him a small smile. "Things didn't turn out how I thought they would this year, Scott."

Scott smiled and his blue eyes shone. "Well, I know something that can make it better. I finished my list so we can put it in the mail. I hope Santa will get me what I asked for! I've been really good all year so maybe he won't miss us this time."

Connie let out a sigh, and buried her face in her hands. He sat his list down on the bed and pat her back. "What's wrong?"

She looked up at him again and pulled Scott back into her arms. "Scott, I have to tell you something and I don't think you're going to like it."

"What?" He questioned.

"I know you worked hard on your list and all that... and I know you've been expecting Santa to come and bring lots of gifts this year, but... He's not coming this year either. He can't make it."

Scott furrowed his brow and looked down at his hands in his lap. "But why? Was I bad Mama?"

"No! No baby. You were so good this year. I know he really, really wanted to give you some things to reward you for being good, but he just can't this year. Maybe next year, okay?" She ran her fingers through his hair trying to reassure him.

But he didn't answer because for him, it wasn't okay. He had finally made his list perfect. He wanted a race car track and a mega blocks set. Why didn't Santa want to come to his house and give it to him? How was it that he could visit all the other kids' houses but not him? It wasn't fair.

He started crying into his mother's chest. Scott knew that it would be so boring waking up Christmas morning and not finding anything under the tree that he meticulously helped his mom decorate. He wouldn't get to go back to school after Christmas and talk to his friends about all the cool new things he got. All he could do was cry onto his mom for the rest of the night and let her comfort him as best she could.

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Twenty five year old Scott sat down at his desk on Christmas Eve and picked up a pen. He was about to write his letter to 'Santa' but he couldn't think of anything to add this year.

He leaned back in the chair he was sitting in, and he was reminded of when he was little. He remembered being so excited and writing down everything he wanted so he could send his letter to Santa in time. They were very fond memories. But then he also remembered how he'd gone to the mail with his mother and put them in the bright red drop box just to wake up on Christmas morning to find nothing underneath his tree, just as empty as the day before. He tried again and again, year after year, and nothing changed. Santa never came.

As he got older, obviously he came to realize that there was no Santa. Santa wasn't real. He didn't ride on his magical sleigh with magical reindeer leading the way and he didn't make toys with elves at the North Pole. Those were all stories his mom had knowingly lied to him about.

It's not that he ever hated her for it. In fact, it made him appreciate her even more. It wasn't long after he found out about Santa that he learned they were actually just really poor when he was growing up and his mom could hardly put food on the table working as a waitress. But, Scott never missed a meal.