Disappearing Santa Suit" - By Jacqueline Rosser (Exclusive
Any season of the year is a busy one for Santa. In the in the
spring he goes out recruiting for new elves and reindeer to come
join him at the North Pole. During the summer months, Santa scouts
out new toy designs and trains the elves for fall. During the
fall Santa busily helps ramp up toy production at the North Pole.
And then during the winter he does what Santa does best and spreads
cheer and joy to all the world.
this work with no time for vacation sometimes can get a little
draining on this old and cheery fellow. In fact, one year not
so long ago, Santa was feeling overworked, depressed and even
a little cranky.
The air was just starting to get that crisp chill that means
that Christmas is just around the corner. Santa sat at the table
one morning with Mrs. Claus.
"You know," she said, "it's been a long time since you have been
to Porterville and from what I hear the children there are starting
to say that there is no Santa at all."
"That's nonsense," he replied. "I bring them their gifts every
year. How dare they say that! Those greedy children only want
gifts. Don't they know I'm Santa Claus and they had better not
tempt me? I'm sick of working all the time for those ungrateful
children. I should just cancel Christmas this year."
"Now, now. Calm down Santa. That isn't
what I meant at all. The children love you. They just need a little
Christmas magic to remember what they have always known. Your
sleigh is packed and ready. Go spread some Christmas cheer," Mrs.
Claus patiently replied.
Santa angrily piled into his sleigh and prepared for his journey.
What did she know? Everyone was always bossing him around. Didn't
they know he was Santa Claus? Little did Santa know, Mrs. Claus
had used a little of her Christmas magic to make Santa a special
When the sleigh touched down, Santa started walking the snow
lined streets. Children everywhere started tugging at their parents
jackets. "It's Santa! It's Santa" rang out through the streets.
Grouchy Santa couldn't even crack a smile. It wasn't fair. He
shouldn't be out in the cold. He would much rather be home sipping
cocoa and watching sports.
A little boy came up to Santa excitedly and said, "This year
I want a remote control car. I would really like it to be red
and to go fast and to."
"Stop your whining," Santa angrily exclaimed. "You'll get what
I give you and you had better appreciate it. After all, I'm Santa
and I am never wrong."
The boy ran off crying. All of a sudden Santa heard snickering
and felt a cool breeze. He looked down. His suit had gone missing.
It had disappeared right off of him. Embarrassed he ran behind
a tree and hid. "Don't they know I'm Santa?" he thought. "How
dare they laugh at me."
Then he realized that without his suit, he looked like anyone
else. He waited until dark and set out hunting for his missing
After a few cold and embarrassing hours of searching, Santa finally
found his suit. It was folded in his sleigh with a little note
from Mrs. Claus. The note read, "Kindness is who you are not the
clothes you wear."
"What does she know? I bet she thinks this is funny. Let's see
if I get Mrs. Claus a Christmas gift this year." Santa angrily
pulled his suit back on and sulked in his sleigh until morning.
The next day Santa had agreed to spend the morning working at
the mall at the Santa booth. He hated working in that booth. It
was boring and there were so many kids. Plus, everyone just thought
he was another fake Santa pretending for the holidays and he never
got the respect he deserved. This year was going to be different.
Santa was ready and had every intention of showing those mall
workers just who was boss.
As he walked over to the Christmas display, Santa looked down.
His Santa suit was still there. Breathed a sigh of relief as he walked up to the elf manning the entrance.
She greeted him with a cheery smile and said, "Good morning Santa!"
"It is not a good morning," he replied. "Go and get me a hot
cocoa right now and a couple of cookies. I'm hungry."
The elf looked at him quizzically.
"What are you waiting for? Cocoa, cookies NOW! Or are you too
stupid to do your job? Don't you know I'm Santa?"
All of a sudden the elf started to chuckle. "You can't be Santa
sir. After all doesn't he wear a Santa suit? You're only wearing
underwear. Maybe you had better head home. And come back when
you have your suit and a little Christmas cheer."
Santa wrapped himself in a layer of fake snow and ran out of
the mall as the laughter trailed behind him. What was happening?
Why was did he keep loosing his Santa suit? As he walked back
to his sleigh, he wondered just what Mrs. Claus was trying to
When he got to the sleigh, once again his suit was neatly folded
on the seat. This time the note read, "People love you for who
you are not what you do." He angrily balled up the note and got
in his sleigh. She didn't know what she was talking about.
As Santa sat his anger turned to confusion.
"Everyone is supposed to love me. I'm Santa. I bring happiness
and joy to children across the world. What is happening?"
Suddenly, scenes from the past few months started to fill his
mind. He remembered snapping at Mrs. Claus when his cookies were
overcooked. He thought of the time he snapped at an elf when the
reindeer got out. There was also the time he tore up a pile of
letters to Santa. And many more moments of anger. Christmas used to be fun and
he used to love making children happy. The realization hit Santa
that he did not like who he had become.
As the sleigh made its way back to the North Pole, Santa realized
he needed to change. Sure, he was Santa, but he was also a person
just like everyone else. Kindness was more important than his
fuzzy red and white suit. That year, while Christmas was magical
for everyone, it was Santa that was truly touched by a little