[ WP ] Santa Fulfills a Wish - Details Inside

Mr. Claus tried to speak, but was only able to manage a barely audible gasp. Pale skin, unkempt hair, foul odor and deep-set eyes dressed an aged-man hanging to threads of life. A chilled passed over his skin as he recalled the sadness of his Christmas days throughout the years. The truth is Christmas mornings are n't full of glamour and proud steps towards cramped chimneys and warm homes. A sharp and stabbing feeling was felt when Mr. Claus arrived at homes without even a bed for children to sleep in. These children without names, moved away from the comforts so many enjoyed were the downcast thoughts of Santa Claus before his life ended. 
 
 He reached over towards a drink on his side and barely managed to squeeze some drops of water into his mouth. A small trace of sweat rested on his forehead and his hands swept back and forth across his chest. The familiar weight of his remorse weighed heavily upon his spirit. Mr. Claus spoke, `` Where is that girl?'' In his warm bed, he let out a hard laugh and exhaled in rest. His eyes closed for the last time and his lips began to dry. The senses in his body had gone away like flying geese. The caring and aged hands on his side had taken their final place. No one wants to die. 
 
 With no amount of effort, she got up from her bed and stared into the room across the hallway. Little Karly walked towards her fathers room and peeked into Mr. Claus lifeles body laying on his side. On the ground besides him, a spilled cup dripping water on the floorboards. She struggled to speak and was shushed by her own tears. A slightly faded purple robe covered her small frame and she remembered the first time she met with him. 
 
 She had a face pressed against a light fixture in a cold town in Eastern Russia. With weak limbs, dirt on her clothes and undernourished figure she stared into the star-filled sky. `` Are you going to kill me?'' she sighed. Mr. Claus looked at her intently and continued towards his long journey. An irritable and exhausted Santa Claus needed to continue onward with his obligations. Atop his vehicle, a hanging force on his body weighed upon his heart. The child stared at him and with a tugging force upon his body he was summoned towards her. 
 
 Despite all the warnings against such actions, Mr. Claus provided her with the most prized of gifts; a home. She was the sweetest girl he would ever meet. The joy she brought followed him for the rest of his days. She had a father; and Mr Claus had a child of peace. 
 
 On that fateful morning, she followed him and they both slept.
