Santa feels Bereft
Every year children await Christmas Day eagerly, each with a gift in mind that they have requested Santa to bring. Over the years a lot of young children have asked Santa for a pony, not the colourful plastic kind you'll find in toy shops, a real living pony. And just about every time, when a child has asked Santa for a pony, they are unfortunate. Elle decided it was time to get to the bottom of this.
Elle went up to Santa, who was jolly as ever, and she broke the ice. 'Santa, you know when all the kids ask for a pony but they don't get one? I was just wondering, only out of curiosity, what's the deal with that?' Elle noticed that over the course of her sentence, Santa had started to pout, a miserable pout. Elle realised she had plunged into something much deeper than she first thought.
Kindly she took Santa way for a private word and set up a therapy session. Santa lay down while Elle sat close to him, with a notebook and pen; she even put on a pair of glasses just to look the part. 'Okay, let's try some word association.' Elle began. 'I think you know how this works, I'll start with the word- pony.'
Santa immediately came out of his shell, in a flood of emotions he expressed a truth that was quite ironic. 'Why? I was such a good boy! I behaved extra good and I even took a writing class just so I could write you that letter in the most professional and polite manner possible!'
Elle leaned forward, and started to take notes. She felt sympathy for Santa as she started to take notes. 'I asked for world peace, an end to poverty, all other kinds of selfless things. But the one thing I asked for myself and you had the audacity not to grant that wish! One pony, that's all I wanted!' It was all clear to Elle now, Santa was the victim of his own design, the classic bully behaviour. Elle comforted Santa and when he was feeling better they went back to work, swearing not to speak a word of the session to anyone.
Some time later, Elle decided to track down the former Santa, who believe it or not was still alive and kicking! He was currently a master of golf, which you'd have to be very good at if you wanted to play at the North Pole. Elle found the former Santa and asked him about why the current Santa didn't give him a pony. 'Why? I was such a good boy!'
Elle sighed and rolled her eyes. 'Here we go again.' she thought to herself.
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