This story is submitted for the
Winter Holidays Story Contest 2023
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I WANNA MOMMY FO' CHWISMUS
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"Hi, Sweetie, I'm Evie the elf. What's your name?"
"Mandy," answered the nervous appearing girl.
"So, Mandy, what are you going to ask Santa for Christmas?"
"I wanna (mumble...mumble) fo' Chwismus."
"I'm sorry, but what did you want?"
"A (mumble...mumble)."
"Sweetheart, when you're up there with Santa, you'll have to speak up. You know, he's kinda old and can't hear very well. And I still didn't hear you..."
"I said I wanna
MOMMY
fo' Chwismus!"
Eve stood there stunned after the little girl shouted out her Christmas wish. Everyone in Santa's Village must have heard her and even Travis, wearing his Santa costume, paused for a few seconds while he was talking to a little boy.
"OK, uh, OK, Sweetheart, I, uh, you know, Santa brings good little boys and girls toys for Christmas. All my elf friends are at the North Pole working day and night making those toys but we don't make Mommies."
"I don't wanna toy. I wanna mommy!" she began to cry with huge tears rolling down her flushed cheeks, "I wanna a mommy!"
Eve was beside herself. Occasionally she would have to deal with a pouty or scared child as she stood next to Santa but she had never had a major meltdown over such a heartbreaking request. Not knowing what to do, she knelt next to the little girl, gave her a big hug and tried to console her. Travis hurriedly finished up with the boy and turned to Eve and the little girl.
"Ho, ho, ho. I'm Santa," he smiled at her. "Evie here's my favoritest elf who helps me with little girls and boys."
"Can you give me a mommy?" she wailed.
He looked stricken at Eve and glanced around the village. All eyes were on him and Eve knew the young man in the Santa costume had no idea how to handle the meltdown. "Sweetheart, Santa and I can't bring you a mommy. I'm so sorry but we bring toys..."
A loud, high-pitched scream erupted from the girl as she threw herself down on the ground, crying and pounding her little fists on the floor. As Eve was trying to console her, she heard a warm, calming voice from behind her.
"Mandy, Love, come to Daddy. Here, let me give you a big hug."
An extremely handsome young man in his late twenties, she guessed, leaned over to rub the girl's back before picking her up in a warm hug. Mandy seemed to calm down a little though she was still sobbing into his shoulder. He mouthed 'Sorry' to Eve and Santa before turning and walking down the little ramp leading from Santa's chair. Her cries could be heard as he carried her from the area. Trying to get things back on track, Eve quickly turned to the next child. "Hi there, I'm Evie the Elf. Go ahead and hop up on Santa's lap and tell him what
you
want for Christmas."
Several children later, a woman leaned over the small picket fence at the rear of the display and whispered to Eve, "Uh, Miss Elf, that man with the crying little girl left his bag when he went to get her. Should I leave it here?"
"Yeah, thanks. I'll hold onto it and if he doesn't come back, I'll turn it into Lost and Found."
For the rest of her shift, Eve kept an eye out for Mandy's father but he never returned. Once her relief elf arrived, Eve took the package and headed towards the Lost and Found office. The bag had the name of a small boutique shop on it, a shop she happened to be walking by at that moment. A sudden inspiration hit.
"Excuse me, uh, I was working at Santa's Village when a father accidentally left this. Is there any way you can tell me who it was?"
"Ah, well, we can check to see if it was paid in cash or by credit card. Let me see...Hmm, here it is. Credit card!"
"And do you have a name?"
"Let me check. Yeah, here it is: Cameron Smith."
"That's not too common of a name. Any address?"
"No, the computer only stores the name and the last four of the credit card. Sorry."
"Well, that's more than I knew. I'll tell Lost and Found what I know and maybe they can search it out."
"Good luck!"
But as luck would have it, Lost and Found was closed for the day. Eve decided to keep the bag to turn in on her next shift. On her way home, her mind kept going back to the little girl Mandy who wanted a mother for Christmas. 'I wonder what happened to her? Did she leave them? Die? Was there ever a mother in the picture? Maybe he was a solo parent by choice.'
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It wasn't until she arrived home that she remembered she was not on duty at Santa's Village for two days. She would have to return the bag early the next morning which meant another long drive in her rickety, old gas-hog, something she dreaded. But she knew it was the right thing to do and hoped she could afford the extra fuel and the car would even make it there and back.
The next morning dawned cold and snowy; indeed, the news reported a major storm had hit the community. Already eight inches of snow had fallen and another twelve inches were predicted. She knew immediately driving to the mall was out of the question. After drinking a second cup of mocha, she decided to try and track down this Cameron Smith. She logged onto a phone finder site to find a surprising total of five Cameron Smiths who resided in the county. She paid a small fee for a one-day membership and quickly obtained the contact information for all five of them.
She was surprised at how rude a couple of the Camerons were. One swore at her and one simply hung up in her ear. The fourth one denied being the Cameron from the mall but tried to ask her out, a request which was quickly declined.
On the fifth and last contact, she hit pay dirt.
"Hello."
"Hi, my name is Eve Weibern and I'm looking for a Cameron Smith who was at the mall yesterday."
"Yes?"
"Are you him?"
"Why are you asking?"
"We, I have a bag that was left at Santa's Village and I believe it belongs to Cameron Smith."
"Is it a green bag with a couple of scarves in it?"
"Yes, it is. You must have left it..."
"Yeah, I completely forgot about it. You see, my daughter had a meltdown before she could see Santa and I had to get her out of there and home. I guess I just forgot the bag."