Santa Suit" - By Carolee Samuda (Exclusive to Santa.CC)
Paul lost his job at the mall. He has always played Santa but
his boss decided that he was not a good Santa anymore. So he had
a few drinks, so what? He was still the best Santa in town. He
devised a plan, to steal all the Santa suits. It wasn't a very
good plan but don't tell Paul that.
When he realized it would take forever to steal all the suits
from the stores or houses in the whole town, he figured that was
too much work, so his plan was now to steal the suits of all the
new Santa Clauses! What a plan!
The newest Santa was an old man with white hair and beard. Paul
disliked him very much because he was too nice to the kids and
he pretended to be the real Santa. After stealing all the other
Santa's suits, he broke in the new Santa's locker and stole his
a surprise he got when Santa came out of the changing room in
another Santa suit. Paul was upset. Where did Santa get another
suit so quickly? He went in with no bag and he, Paul took the
The next day Paul stole Santa's suits again but this time he
hid in the locker room to see what the old man was up to. When
Santa arrived he opened the locker and there was a new suit. When
Paul checked his back pack there were only a bundle of old rags
Paul went home quite puzzled so decided to give the closet a
check just to make sure all the other suits were there. Alas,
when he opened the closet, several hangers with old rags were
there. All the suits he'd stolen had turned to rags.
"How is this possible?" he said to himself.
"I know, next time I steal the suit, I'll just wear it!"
On Christmas Eve Paul hid in the locker again and this time he
put on the Santa suit. It felt good on him and made him feel special.
When Santa came in, he opened the locker and hesitated. Paul was
happy but suddenly Santa pulled a new red suit from the locker
and put them on! When Paul looked down on himself he was dressed
in some ratty old clothes.
Santa walked over to his hiding place and said, "Don't you know
you can't steal a Santa suit?"
"How did you do that?" Paul asked, still suffering from shock.
"I didn't do anything," Santa replied.
"Then how come you have the suit and I don't?"
Santa began: "The suit always find the owner. Santa Claus is
chosen by the suit, you don't choose it. That suit will never
grow old and it can never be lost. If I leave it at the bus station
it will find me. Paul, Santa isn't about dressing up and making
nice, it's about who you are inside all year round. It's a job
but not a job, if you know what I mean. It doesn't start in December
and end in December. Being Santa Claus is your life until the
suit retires you.
"You remember when you were a little boy how much you wanted
that video game and you got the bicycle instead?"
"I never told anyone that. How did you know?"
Santa looked Paul straight in the eye and that's when Paul knew.
This is the real Santa, he thought. The old man's cheeks were
rosy red and his tummy grew as he finished suiting up. But the
eyes were the dead give away as they twinkled when he spoke. No
one could fake that.
Since that Christmas Eve night, Paul stopped drinking. The next
Christmas he got his job back, but what he didn't know, is that
in a few years he would be wearing the same suit he had been trying
to steal .