Morph's Heart Seeded Christmas Wish!
Wandering off too, Morph was still fresh out of ideas on what to get his papa for Christmas. Walking past the Santa Pictures and all of the kids squealing to see Santa, and to tell him all of their Christmas wishes, he smiled, remembering when he was like that. He still had that that belief there was a Santa out there. Morph grinned, at least it wasn't one of those cheesy Santa's that had a fake beard; this one was a real white beard. "Oh what the heck, I might as well." Going in line, he waited to get his picture taken with Santa. A few minutes later, and it was his turn. Paying for the photo to be taken, and a bit sheepishly shy, Morph gently took a seat right on Santa's lap. "I still believe in you, you're like one of God's Angels or Saints, sent here to Earth, to help us all find the real true joy and reason for Christmas, Jesus, my Lord, and my Savior. After all, Jesus is the true reason for the Christmas Season."
"Ah, I can see you do know the real meaning of Christmas then, and just like you, I am also one of God's servants too. So do you have a special Christmas wish?"
"Yes, but it would take a miracle to get my Christmas wish to come true; aside from peace from all of our enemies for a few weeks, so we don't have to go out and deal with fighting them over the holy holidays."
"Oh? And what is that, son?"
"My papa back."
"Oh, I'm sorry, but if he is dead…"
"No, he's not dead. My mamma's dead, but not my papa. I mean, I want, my old papa, back, the one I had, before, mamma died," he says, choking back his tears, this wish was deep in his heart. "I tried my best to try to cheer him up after mama died, but he sent me away, when I was old enough to leave home. My papa took it pretty hard, and he never got over her death, after we prayed so hard for her to be healed and for God to take away that desire for cigarettes. We were so sure that she was going to make it, and be healed or the treatments were going to work, or a combo of both. We were so sure, and mama just dies on us. My papa never got over it, he never got over her dying like that, so suddenly, for no reason, and he could never get over the grief, he became too distraught. My mamma's death changed him. It was like as if all of the joy, life, and faith, was torn out of him that day. So I just want my daddy to be happy again, like he was, before mamma died, when he would play and have fun with me, and laugh. I don't think he has laughed more than five times since after mamma died," Santa nods his head. "It would take a miracle, to get and have my old papa back, to hear him laughing and see him being joyful again. Uh, I guess, I don't know, maybe he needs a new wife; if that's the only thing that will make him happy again. I mean, they were so in love, so deeply in love, they were joined at the hip; it was a wonderful role model for me for marriage. So papa was so devastated when we lost her to lung cancer. Sigh; and God knows that I still need a mamma. That's all I really want for Christmas, well, aside from an idea of what I can get my papa for Christmas."
"Well, that's a very thoughtful and a very unselfish Christmas wish; so I'll see what I can do. Now, son, I know you love to smile and laugh, so come on, your papa will so adore seeing you sitting on my lap, with a great big joyful smile on your face," Santa says as he gives Morph a tickle. Giggling with loud joyful laughter, with that tickle in just the right ticklish spot, the snapshot picture was taken! Receiving a candy cane, he gave Santa a hug, and a wave, as he got his instant photo and left.
"Remember, the best gifts, come from the heart, and if you look deep down into your heart, I know, you will know, what kind of gift that he would love to receive from you." Morph nodded, and pondered Santa's words, as he left, to go get a coffee and to wait for Jubilee. Smiling at the photo, as he sipped at his coffee, he knew he needed to get a picture frame for that. Doing a little zip off to go get that, he also got an envelope some paper and a pen, and went back to the coffee shop for a refill and started to write his papa a letter.