MOM AND SANTA CLAUS
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I saw Santa Kissing Who? Me? NO WAY!
By Jerrie526
Authors note: Please forgive the passive voice this is
written in. I tried to put this story into words and have
not had any thought as to actual dialogue. I felt that I
had to get the feelings out and do this in a first person
internal narrative. It was one of those things that I felt
that it had to be to get the emotions of the story across. I
feel this was a good effort and exercise for me. Lately, I
had been writing too much depression into my stories and I
felt that it would be better to put a bit more positive into
one. Thank you for reading this.
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It was an old clich? night as in an old story. It was
Christmas Eve, and all through the house, not a creature was
stirring and not even a mouse. Actually, that is not really
true. I was stirring since I had nothing better to do with
my time except to watch a new DVD I treated myself to
earlier in the day. Because I was single and had no family
to speak of, it was a typical night for me. No one around
except for myself.
Half bored and knowing that I had nothing better to look
forward to, I put the DVD in the player and pressed the
start button when it appeared. It was a movie I had not seen
in years and while some called it a ?Chick Flick?, I called
it something else. Another reason to cry over lost love. You
see, I was young and married one time but my wife died
tragically of cancer, just like Tom Hanks? character in the
movie did. We never had children because she died within six
months of us getting married. It was too tragic for me and I
never married again. I was twenty-two at the time of her
death and now I am forty-four. Double the age I was and
twenty-two years more miserable. My friends always told me,
?Jason, you need to go out more often. We hate to see you
alone and miserable so much.? To which, I would just tell
them to mind their own business as I knew what I was doing.
I dwelled in my misery like I dwelled in my house. I worked
as much as I could and that was to have a reason to stay out
of the house we were given as a Wedding present by my
parents. Since to them, it was a small thing. Being a small
three bedroom house, it was hugely empty even for one of my
age. You would have thought that it would be full of
memorabilia from the past but I felt that anything from my
wife would serve me no better than to make me more miserable
so I gave everything back to her parents and let them do as
they willed with it. I didn?t care what they did with it and
as far as I knew, they threw it all away. I kept a picture
of her on the wall to serve as a reminder as to what I lost.
The movie progressed well and I tried to lose myself in Tom
Hanks? misery instead of my own. Eventually, I fell asleep
with the tears in my eyes while sitting in the chair.
Next thing I knew, I heard a HUGE clatter inside the house.
I heard a small exclamation that the owner of tried to keep
low, but I still heard it. I heard a slight rustling in the
other room that served as my bedroom. Who was rummaging
around in my room? I leapt to my feet to go confront the
burglar that was invading my private reflections.
Silently, I went towards my bedroom. I was barely into the
hallway that led to that area of the house, when the person
appeared right in front of me. Much to my surprise, the
figure was rather round but what shocked me even more was
the bright red suit it was wearing. Trimmed with white fur
and a matching stocking cap. It was none other than St. Nick
or Santa Claus himself! He put a finger to his lips to
silence the shout that I had brewing in my throat. Surprised,
I uttered nothing. He silently came toward me and I backed
away into the living room, not really trusting my eyes to
what I was seeing.
The strange thing about him, was that he had no bag of toys
over his shoulder nor a bag of any sort present. I made a
decision to run to the phone and call 9-1-1 because I thought
I was about to be murdered by some whacko who got his jollies
dressing up as Santa Claus to commit his crimes. Before I
could get to the phone, he shouted ?Stop! I will not harm
you. I have a special gift for you.?
That scared me even worse and I doubled my efforts to get to
the phone. All of a sudden, my feet stopped moving and my
legs felt like they were frozen in place. My upper body
could still move but the rest of me refused to respond to my
brain. Santa came closer to me, shaking his head.
When he finally stood in front of me, he said, ?It is a
shame to see the world in such states that people are afraid
of anyone who might come into their house unannounced. I
said I meant you no harm and I still mean it. You deserve a
special gift because you have had a terrible life since your
wife died. While it is of your own makings, the tragic loss
of your wife, who you loved more than life itself, gave it
its life. I would like to remedy that.?
I just stood there not really knowing what to do or even say.
My jaw was practically hanging on my chest because of what
he said. While I made no secret of my wife?s death, I did
not advertise it to total strangers. There was NO WAY he
could have known about my wife unless he was the real thing.
He continued, ?Before I give you the gift, I have to show
you something.? There was a twinkle in his eye that showed
the merriment he was known for. He reached up to his face
with his hands and somehow, don?t ask me how, pulled his
face apart to reveal inside. The face presented to me was
that of a woman! And a very good looking one too! She pulled
the rest of the fat man?s face away from hers so that I
could see her completely. She looked to be about twenty-five
or ?six, had huge expressive eyes of sea blue. Her hair was
a medium brunette color, her lips were what could only be
described as utterly kissable. Her complexion was probably
the one that the definition of peaches and cream came from.
Tiny shell like ears nearly hidden in the waves of her hair.
The face of an incredible angel had been hidden away inside
the face of Santa Claus!
As she let me take in her beauty, she started putting the
face of Santa back into place. She never spoke a word while
uncovered. Santa stood in front of me, whole as he was
before. Beard and all. If I had been surprised before, I
was even more so now. My lower jaw rested completely on the
floor. He/she eased my mouth shut with the twinkle of
merriment in his eyes. He knew he had my total attention
now.
He then continued to talk, ?Your gift is one that has been
deserved for a long time. You will get a new life which will
be better than the one you have now. You will be married and
happy with children to raise as you see fit. You will be
their guidance through life and your spouse will look to you
with total love for the rest of your life. You can be
assured of the longest time possible to be together and
share your love. While you will remember your life from
before, it will fade to the point it will seem like a bad
dream. Now, I must ask if you would like to receive this
gift.? He looked expectantly at me.
My mind was in a whirl. A new life? Love again? Children? I
missed out on so much, like he had said. I found myself
agreeing to accept the gift and I received a smile back from
him.
?Now remember what you saw before,? he advised me. ?This is
not going to feel right to you but just keep the picture of
the face you saw a minute ago in your mind. Just think about
it. The gift will be given to you in a moment.? He stepped
forward, put both his hands to the sides of my head and drew
me forward. Seeing the bearded face coming closer to me, I
tried to resist. Our lips met in a kiss. Somewhere in the
distance, I heard a gasp as someone drew a breath in
surprise. I was thinking about the face I had seen earlier
and trying to imaging that that was what was kissing me.
Would I have the person that face belonged to as my wife? I
would certainly hope so since it would be so very nice to
have that person as my spouse. The kiss lingered for quite
a while. I started getting dizzy and the kiss ended. I could
move my feet and legs again and I staggered back to my
favorite chair and collapsed into it. The dizziness picked
up. I passed out.
* * * * * * *
As I awoke slowly the next morning, I could hear what
sounded like young children squealing in the house. The
patter of little feet as they ran to my bedroom brought the
awareness of the previous night. Shouts of ?Momma, Daddy!
You should see what Santa brought us!? I had not opened my
eyes yet. I was smiling at the sound of the children. I felt
bounce on the bed of the children climbing up onto the bed.
More little shouts of ?Come on Momma! Come on Daddy! Get up.
Santa left you things too!?
A small body settled next to me and wrapped its arms around
me. The little voice that came in my ears next startled me.
?Wake up mommy, you have to help us open our presents. Wake
up mommy, please??
My eyes flew open and took in the scene around me. The room
was differently decorated and as I turned my head to look at
the child next to me, I felt a tugging of my scalp as my
hair got caught under my shoulder. I had not had long hair
before but now it seemed I did. But why did the little girl
next to me call me mommy? I shifted and released my hair. A
weight moved on my chest. I turned toward the little angel
who was hugging me. She looked like a tiny version of the
woman I saw wearing the suit of Santa Claus. Across from her
was a little boy who looked to be a bit older and he was
shaking the MAN on the other side of the bed. Things started
adding up and I sat up quickly. The little girl was nearly
thrown off me but instinctively, I grabbed her to keep her
from falling off the bed.
There was a mirror on the door to the closet that showed the
truth to me. The woman from inside the face of Santa was
shown in the reflection. Her movements were echoes of my own.
She was wearing an ivory colored satin night gown that
displayed as well as hid the assets that were visible on her
chest. The reflection was one that would be welcome in my
bed any time but I was that reflection! Why would Santa make
me that woman instead of letting me be married to her? I
would never know that answer to that, or so I thought.
The man on the other side of the bed arose to the
ministrations of the smaller copy of himself. He got up from
the bed and groggily made his way to what could only be the
bathroom. With a word, he shooed the boy away with the
promise that he would be ready in a minute. I was feeling
some internal pressure myself but I felt hesitant to do
anything about it. The little boy joined his younger sister
near me and they were both trying to get me up off the bed
with pleas of ?Come on Momma! You have to see what Santa
left us!!?
I had to smile at their persistence. Both of them were so
cute and my heart felt a tremendous surge of love for them
both. ?Alright you two, Momma?s up. Let her go to the
bathroom and she will be right with you.? I had to do a
double take over what I had just said. Had I accepted this
change too quickly? I did not feel uncomfortable as I was
but things were a tiny bit off from what I had been used to.
In all, things felt ?normal? to me. I could still remember
everything that I had been prior to last night but yet at
the same time, I remembered things that I had no way of
knowing. I remembered that my name was Janica Mathews and
my husband?s name was Roger and my two children were named
Jason (Jason?? That was my old name!) and Trina. The boy
was six years old and his sister was five.
I even remembered Roger and my wedding as well as giving
birth to the children. My parents, (my real parents!) were
still alive and as a bonus, they were younger than they had
been the last time I had seen them. My siblings were all
there still, having never died. It seemed that Santa had
given me a great gift. I had my family back, I had a loving
husband and I had two darling children that I loved with all
my heart. I sat back down on the bed and swept the kids into
my arms and started crying hard. I cried out the relief I
felt over being part of a family again as well as having
what had been denied me so many years ago. The children were
a bit perplexed as to why I was crying but they left me
alone but held on to me since they were trying to comfort
me as best as their little hearts could under the
circumstances.
Roger came out of the bathroom to see this sight. He looked
on us with puzzlement, not knowing what I was crying about.
He caught my eye and cocked an eyebrow in question. I could
not tell him what it was about but I did say it was a mother
thing. He could only shake his head in wonderment. I dried
my tears, stood up, grabbed the house coat lying near me and
went into the bathroom for my turn. After I was finished,
using the memories that I had now, I went back out to join
my husband and children. We went out to the living room to
be confronted with a moderate tree with a HUGE amount of
presents underneath it. I glanced at Roger and he looked
like he was in awe of it himself. I could only smile to
myself. My memories or the night before as Janica told me
that we had put a lot of presents under the tree but not
nearly as many as there were there. Santa Claus had indeed
been there and left a bunch of presents for us. I even
noticed an envelope resting on one of the branches of the
tree that had ?Janica? written on it. I walked over to it
and picked it up. I quickly opened it up and inside it was
a photo of my current self and Santa Claus kissing
underneath the mistletoe. Puzzled, I flipped it over to see
if there was a date on it. No date but it did say, ?Good
luck in your life. Santa?.
Roger and the kids wanted to see what I was holding and
Jason suddenly piped up with ?Now I know why we have all the
presents. Mommy found Santa and gave him a kiss. He liked
her so well that he had to give us more.?
Trina, not to be outdone, said, ?Yeah, and I saw her kiss
him too! He was so nice to her. But I din?t want to let them
know I saw. I thought it was Daddy playing Santa?s helper.?
Roger was the one that was silent for a moment before
looking me in the eye. ?Don?t tell me you saw Santa last
night. Please?? He seemed totally incredulous over the
possibility.
I tried to figure out what I could say but nothing I said
would be believable so I felt that the near truth would
work. ?Well, yes, I did see him. He said that he had a
special gift for me and that I would see it in the morning.
So far, I am not sure that the picture is the special gift
so I think we need to start opening our presents. Honey,
would you do the honors in handing them out? Please??
Roger got down on his knees and started sorting through the
mass of packages and handing them out one at a time to each
recipient. There seemed to be a never ending supply of them
but eventually, the mass was gone and each person had a
pile of different things in front of them. The children had
the lion?s share of gifts but that is the whole purpose of
Christmas. It gets them interested in the religious aspect
of things and hopefully makes them want to learn a bit more
about why we celebrate Christmas.
The rest of the morning was spent in close togetherness with
me mostly learning a bit more about my new family. Around
11:00 the doorbell rang and I got up to see who it was,
since Roger was playing with Jason on one of the games he
received. When I opened the door, my parents were standing
there looking at me with smiles on their faces. Even though
I knew they were still alive now, the shock of seeing them
caused me to burst out crying again. This time in joy at
seeing their faces and hearing their voices. After all, they
had been dead for fifteen years ever since the drunk driver
hit and killed them when they were going to see the new baby
my youngest sister had just given birth to. I just stood
there crying and holding on to them for dear life.
To me, the sun had come out from behind the clouds or I had
come out from a hole in the ground. It had been so long
since I had been able to think clearly and now that I was
able to do so, I realized how deeply in depression I had
been. It was the brightest light I had seen in so long and
the heavens seemed to have opened up for me.
The rest of the day saw all of my siblings as well as Roger?s
family coming over to visit with us. All of them brought food
courses with them and we had a grand and glorious feast. I
truly enjoyed myself for the first time in years.
As the day wound down and everyone seemed to filter out of
the house on their way home, it finally came back down to me
and the other three of my new family. The kids were tired
but they seemed happy after being able to play with their
cousins. I gave them each a bath that brought things closer
to the point that I would rather die than to see anything
happen to them. I thought to myself, ?Please God, let that
other life really have been a bad dream. I do not think I
could survive any longer with that life.?
Once I was able to put the kids to bed, I was able to spend
time with Roger before we went to bed. I was so happy to be
with someone, I wound up clinging to him as if he was a life
preserver. I cuddled so tightly to him, he once asked me if
I was feeling ok.
My answer to him was that I was feeling fine and that I had
never felt better. We eventually wound up kissing and I felt
myself growing warm with arousal. We stopped our cuddling
and made our way to the bedroom we shared, after making sure
that the house was secure.
I felt some trepidation as to going to bed with a man but my
new memories kept me from going berserk trying to get away
from him. After we were in bed, I prepared myself for
welcoming him into my body as well as my life. I surrendered
myself to him totally. The sex we had that night was not
just sex, it was love. I went to sleep that night with the
glow of several orgasms permeating my body as well as the
feeling of love that I had for my man. If I woke in the
morning and found that this day had been a dream, I would
probably survive but I would more than likely go out and see
if I could find a partner to share the rest of my life with.
Exhausted, I finally fell to sleep and dreamed many happy
dreams that night.
Morning came at its appointed time and I found a weight on
my bed pulling me into the middle of it. Opening my eyes, I
found a small female figure lying between me and my husband.
Next to her was my son. They had managed to squeeze between
Roger and I during the night and fell asleep that way. I had
received my answer at last. This was not a dream but
reality. The other miserable existence had been the dream.
I could finally get on with my life and live it to the
fullest.
So, the next time I see Santa, I will have to make sure that
I thank him for my wonderful gift. It has been three weeks
since that wonderful visit from St. Nick and life could not
be better. I finally found out what my most special gift was.
The love making that Roger and I shared Christmas night has
blessed us with a new life. I just found out I am pregnant
and I am so happy that I could just cry. I won?t but Roger
will be so surprised when he gets home from work. Life could
not be better.
The end.
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