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Today's guest is:
Phil Truman
The Question of Santa
“Is Santa real, Gramp?”
The boy’s gramp, White Oxley, drove on quietly for a few seconds, trying to decide what tack to take with this question. It was one of those a child asks, whose answer would become a defining moment in that young life. Most parents preferred to put off answering such questions. White could think of three: Is Santa real? Is the Tooth Fairy real? and What is sex? It was an awesome responsibility. White had to be careful.
They were headed into town, WalMart to be exact. Jakey had spent the night with them, as was his habit on Fridays. The boy’s grandmother needed to do some Christmas shopping, so they’d all piled into the pickup to make a morning of it.
“Why you asking a question like that?” It was a stall tactic. White looked over at his wife in a silent plea for help. She smiled and winked, but said nothing. She always did this to him, taking delight in letting him dig a big hole before she came to pull him out.
“Sammy Botts told us Santa’s all fake,” Jakey answered. “That grown-ups made him up. That parents are the ones who put presents under the tree on Christmas Eve.”
Jakey was in the first grade, the toughest of all school years: the start of reading and writing, math, homework, and no front teeth. Also, there was usually some know-it-all older kid who broke the news about Santa to the last of the innocents.
“Edie Jean started crying when Sammy said that,” the boy continued. “And started pounding on him, until Miss Halley stopped her.”
“Well now, why’d Edie Jean do that?” White asked, still hoping to divert the subject.
“She said she asked Santa to give her daddy a ride home on Christmas Eve. He’s in the Army fighting bad guys somewhere far off,” Jakey said matter-of-factly.
“Well…” White said. He sighed and looked to his wife again, but she’d turned her head toward the window, studying the passing countryside. White knew why, figured she was thinking about her brother Ben and that empty Christmas now so long ago.
“Is he, Gramp?” the boy implored again.
“What do you think, son,” White asked.
“I think he’s real,” Jakey said, nodding.
“Well, there you go,” his gramp said. “As long as that’s what you believe, then he is. Believin’ is a powerful thing.”
White glanced over at the boy. Jakey looked thoughtful, so White continued.
“Sammy Botts just ain’t got all his facts. Parents do put some of them presents out on Christmas Eve, but that’s only because Santa asks folks to help out. You see, there’s a whole lot more kids nowadays compared to when I was a kid. It’s just more easier for Santa to get it all done that way before Christmas morning.
”So you tell Sammy he’s got it wrong. That if he was to believe Santa’s out there, like you, then by damn, he’d be out there; if he don’t, he won’t.
“White!” his wife said with the admonishing tone she used when he swore.
White went on. “Seems to me, though, life’d be a whole lot more fun if you was to believe in Santa Claus.”
“Yeah,” Jakey said starting to smile.
“One more thing,” White said. “Monday morning I want you to go up to Edie Jean, and tell her this. Tell her it come from your gramp who happens to know Santa personally.
“You tell her that Santa will try his da…his goldurned best to pick up her daddy and bring him home, but that it ain’t entirely up to Santa. You see, a soldier ain’t likely to leave his buddies if they need his help. Could be her daddy won’t be able to make that rendezvous with Santa. But if he don’t, it won’t be because he don’t love his baby girl. No sir, jist the opposite. He loves her so much he’s willing to stay over there and fight those bad guys so’s to keep her safe back home; to make sure she has a happy and peaceful Christmas.
“Okay,” the boy said.
White wheeled the pickup into the WalMart parking lot. “You think Santa is still here?” Jakey asked. “‘Cause I want to go see him again.”
“Why, I believe he is,” his gramp answered.
White looked at his wife and smiled. She touched a tissue to her eye and blew him a kiss.
Phil Truman is the author of two novels. You can find out more about them using these links:
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