Question

write a short story the day I mat santa​

Answer 1

Answer:

It was a beautiful December day, with clear blue sky and snow-covered treetops. Christmas was in the air but up in Santa’s lodge, all was quiet. The usual hustle and bustle of preparing Christmas presents had gone for Santa had fallen ill. “Oh dear, what will the children say when they don’t receive presents this year,” Santa wondered sadly as he lay on his bed. Also read, The Little Christmas Tree.

Suddenly, he heard a noise from outside. He looked out of his window and saw his four reindeer standing patiently as usual. But they seemed quite out of breath as if they had just finished a long trip. And as Santa took a closer look, he could not believe what he saw. For behind the reindeer was a long train of sleds carrying little children dressed in all sorts of colors.

One by one, they hopped out onto the snow and headed towards Santa’s lodge. Soon came a knock on the door. “Come in,” Santa called out as he was extremely curious. In came a little girl, hugging something soft in her arms. “I heard that you were sick Mr. Santa,” she began. “So, I’m giving you my teddy bear to keep you company.” “Thank you little Emma,” said Santa as he knew every child by name.

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Answer 2

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• This is what Santa’s been doing since he retired, but please don’t tell your kids.

• I read the screenplay, and I’ve got to tell you: It’s pretty amazing. It starts with Santa’s humble beginnings in a New York orphanage 75 years ago, where he made his first suit out of a dyed bedsheet and infirmary cotton.

• Forget all those other stories you’ve heard about Santa’s origins. This is the true story. And that’s because he’s the real Santa. I’m a believer, and here’s why:

• Santa Claus talks gifts with 4-year-old Brady daSilva seven years ago.

• Santa Claus talks gifts with 4-year-old Brady daSilva seven years ago.

• I saw him work the crowd at a garden center in Northern Virginia years ago, and it was an uncanny, even eerie experience.

• He was part therapist, listening to kids talk about their parents’ divorces or even a mother’s death, coming up with the most beautiful and eloquent ways to handle the kind of devastation that would leave most of us stammering.

• He told her to leave her favorite pair of shoes under the tree, and on Christmas morning, there would be a present in them from her mother.

• He was a true Christian pacifist, walking kids who asked for guns or violent video games through the idea of something made to cause harm. I watched him do this days after the massacre of first-graders at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Conn.

• He worked his magic on me. Notebook and pen in hand, I dissolved, my eyes welling up as he hit the pitch-perfect emotional sweet spot of my own nostalgia and my motherhood anxiety. I can’t tell you exactly what he said — the notes are smeared with tears.

• There were ground rules. It would be at the Annandale house of a guy who knows the whole story, 89-year-old John Buckreis. He would be in full uniform, even at John’s kitchen table.

• And one of Santa’s longest-serving elves, a guy named Boomer Buckreis who moonlights as an administrator at a Catholic high school, would be there. Boomer, the youngest of nine elves, wore the hand-me-down elf costumes that were pretty worn out once they got to him. “We did the whole thing, the tights, the eye makeup,” Boomer said, probably knowing the kids at the school would be merciless if they knew.

• Christmas began in October for the Buckreises. They constructed elaborate sets and created themes, such as the upside-down house, where a bucket of fried chicken, the Christmas tree and tables and chairs were all stapled to the ceiling. They did the popcorn and the photos, working the crowd every school night before Christmas, usually until 10 p.m.

• And on Christmas Eve, they loaded up the station wagon with bags of toys and drove into the most impoverished neighborhoods in the nation’s capital, handing out toys.

• But the whole thing gets better once you dive into Santa’s screenplay and his origin story.

• Scene 1 opens in 1944 at St. Vincent’s Home for Boys, where the orphans wake at 5:45 a.m., get dressed in their plaid shirts and corduroy knickers, sling their newspaper bags over their shoulders and head out to work.

• The boy was just 2 years old when his parents died — six months apart — of the flu. He and his brothers and sisters were divided between foster homes and the orphanage.

• There was, however, one oversight that really bothered him. Santa visited the wealthy kids in town, but not the orphans.

• With this on his mind, the boy, then 14, ducked into a church at the end of his newsie shift, and he fell asleep near the Nativity scene that was under construction. That’s when he had the dream that a spirit visited him and told him that he should be Saint Nicholas.

• Cut to the orphanage, where he sews that suit out of a bedsheet and dyes it red thanks to Tintex that he bought with a dime the kitchen lady gave him.

• Then he went over to the wealthy neighborhood in town and sang Christmas carols at the door, asking the people inside to fill his sack with toys for the orphans.

• And when he returned to the orphanage with a sack full of toys, the kids were overjoyed. He took the leftover toys and left them on doorsteps in one of the poorest parts of town.

• Over 75 years, the Santa outfit got plusher. The toy bags got bigger, and so did the number of visits to impoverished neighborhoods. He worked at Sears by day and dropped toys at housing projects at night.

• John Buckreis said that Santa will make a few visits to churches this year. And he will make appearances when a short documentary about him — made by two California filmmakers who once visited him when they were children — is screened.

• He recently found a cache of boxes filled with letters from children, many of them decades old. And he’s begun answering the ones with return addresses — 690 letters so far this year.

• And he still knows exactly what to say. He’s the real thing. And I hope his screenplay gets made into a movie. It will be the best Santa flick yet....