dorong    “Does Santa Claus really exist?” Story asked as she looked out through the window in a cramped living room.
“Aw, c’mon, Santa Claus is just fantasy,” he said, squatting near the living room.
“Fantasy? What is it fantasy?” Story asked, still looking out the window. Her head suddenly moved backward reflexes.
“Not really there.”
“Mia said that Santa Claus came to her home last Christmas day and gave her a doll that she asked for,” Story said, pursing his lips and gaping.
“The doll was not from Santa Claus. Surely it from her father.”
“If I also ask to Santa Claus, will he grant it to me, huh?” Story asked with sparkling eyes and twitching follow the movements that she observed.
“Huus. Papa doesn’t have the money to buy gifts for you now.”
“I don’t ask to Papa. I ask to Santa Claus,” she said with a smile.
“Ha, ha, ha. Santa Claus”s just a fantasy. Moreover Christmas has passed. No more Santa Claus or Papa or anyone who will give you a doll today.”
“I don’t want a doll,” Story said as she rose from the chair, walked over to the door, peering out from behind the curtains hollow, and slowly opened the door.
“Hey, where do you want to go? Close the door and come back here. Our porridge’s almost ready. One day we buy dolls, ok? I promise you,” he said as he stirred the porridge.
“I don’t want a doll,” Story said as she stepped out, “I want to go with Santa Claus,” she said as she climbed to the top of a two wheels wooden wagon that was just swamped with refrigerator, table lamp, and a fan from the front neighboring house by a skinny old man in red shirt, “I wanna be the first little Santa Claus in the world. If this cart is already full, I’ll give all for you, Papa! “she called from the cart that move left home.
The thin old man in red shirt pull the cart without knowing there was a little Santa Claus behind.


One thought on “Fantasy

  1. It’s my #67 writing. I’m trying to follow WordPress’ 365 Days of Writing Prompts.
    #67 March 8 Fantasy: The Tooth Fairy (or Easter Bunny, or Santa Claus…) : a fun and harmless fiction, or a pointless justification for lying to children?

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