It’s that time of the year. Everybody has asked Santa for something. Santa wrote to everyone that he had met with an accident and broke his leg.
Oh No! What would he do now? He asked his wife to help but she refused to deliver the gifts because she had to go to the salon to get her hair done and prepare Christmas brunch. So that idea was thrown away to the trash. He wrote to two random people – Sara and Hritika (aka me). Sara wrote to Santa that she could not deliver the gifts because she had to study for her forthcoming exams. That meant only I was left to deliver the gifts. Santa was a pool of sweat and had butterflies in his stomach because he was not sure if I could manage this mammoth task. However, I agreed because it would be so exciting. Though at that point the task of distributing gifts all over the world on time was like boiling the ocean.
I was rushing from city to city delivering gifts as fast as possible in the snowmobile Santa had given me. I was delivering the last gift when someone saw me. She asked where Santa was. I explained everything to her and made her promise she won’t tell anyone, not even her parents. She assured me that she would keep her word always. I thanked her and left. It was an incredible Christmas.
// This Christmas special fictional story has been penned by 8-year-old Sri Hritika Ravinuthala as a part of a writing task given to the kids during our weekly creative writing classes //