“And what would you like young lady?” Santa smiled down at the little girl with golden locks.
Being Santa at the orphanage was not always easy for Jeremy, too many memories, not all good. But he chose to dress up and come here every year. He remembered his time at the same, especially during Christmas, waiting for Santa to come so he could give him his wish list. But he didn’t come, not every year, and when he did, even the youngest of the kids could see right through his impatient face and flimsy suit.
He had been one of the lucky ones, adopted by a caring family when he was twelve. Now married, with two kids of his own, this was where he spent Christmas along with his family. They had been coming here for the past six years. He had promised himself he’d be the best Santa these children would ever see. A Santa with kind eyes, caring words and believable promises, and he did deliver, anything they asked for, he was after all, included in Forbes list of Billionaires.