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optimism is the key to success story (plz don't give previous ans )​

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Answered by avnieuroschool
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Christmas it is...

Everyone is celebrating Christmas. Everyone except me, because I am working here in my shop. The owner of this shop told me to keep it open whole night because there can be some quick demands and we can earn some extra money. I have to obey him because he is the one who gave me food, shelter and job when i had nothing. It's only because of him that I have a source of earning.

It's 11:00 p.m. Christmas is almost over. The lights on Christmas tree, the tree i made yesterday, are still bright.

"This is so beautiful."

"Hm?"

A little girl was looking at the tree.

"This Christmas tree."

"Thanks."

"You are not celebrating Christmas?"

"No, i am working."

"We are also not celebrating Christmas this year, dad says that something bad happened. My grandmother is sleeping for so many hours. She never slept for so many hours. She is not even moving."

She said all this in one breath. Her sad face broke my heart. I went inside my shop. Last piece of Santa toy was left.

"This is for you."

"My Christmas gift? Are you Santa? But you are not fat like Santa and you don't have long beard like Santa."

Again she said all this in one breath.

"I am not Santa, remember me as your friend."

"No, you are Santa, my mom says Santa can come in any guise , Thank you Santa."

She went away. I am not the only one who is not celebrating. I am not the only one who has lost his loved ones.

I looked at the Christmas tree through the door. Snow!! It's Snow!! And through those snowflakes a face was emerging. A beautiful face.

Oh!! She is coming here!!

"Hi"

She is talking to me!!

"Hello"

She again said something!!

"Helloooo, this shop is yours, right?"

Say something, say something, she is talking to you.

"Umm, yes, i mean no, i just work here."

"Ok, i need one Santa toy for my little sister. Similar to the one you gave to that girl."

Her eyes browner than gingerbread. Her voice sweeter than Christmas Carols.

"Hey, are you listening?"

Oh!! No i was not listening. Did I offend her by not listening to her. Say something you fool.

"Oh!! I am sorry, you..."

"I want a Santa toy."

"Oh!! That was the last piece."

She went to her car. Her little sister started crying.

Can I do something?

I have a Santa cap and a cotton beard.

"Ho Ho Ho!! My child why are you crying? Santa is here, the real one."

"Are you Santa? The real one?"

"Yes!! My child."

"Have you brought any gift for me?"

"Yes!! My child, tell me your wish."

"I want a Santa toy, just like you."

"But why do you want a Santa toy?"

"Because it will make me happy."

"It is not the thing that makes you happy, it is your feelings for the thing that makes you happy, tell me what else makes you feel happy?"

"Umm, i don't know Santa."

"Then you should find out."

"How Santa?"

"Look at your sister , it's nearly midnight and she drove here, far away from the city, just for you, doesn't her love make you happy."

"Yes!!"

"Think what else makes you happy, look at these Christmas trees around you, these beautiful lights , do these make you happy."

"Yes!!, and..."

"and..."

"You"

"Me?"

"Yes, you make me happy Santa."

"So, are you happy now?"

"Yes."

"So, here is your gift... The most precious gift. That we all want. Happiness."

She hugged me.

"Are you the real Santa?"

"Yes"

"But you are not fat like Santa."

"Ho Ho Ho!! I am the real Santa my child."

Few minutes ago my answer to this question was different.

It's 12 O'clock. Christmas is over.

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