Dante’s Christmas Gift
Prompt used in summary only.
This is a rewritten version of a story I wrote as a tribute back in 2001.
Although this was written as a Christmas story,
I felt that it would be appropriate to post it today.
(See the end of the work for more notes.)
It was December, 2001. Joe and Paulina had taken Dante to see Santa Claus. Dante was sitting on Santa’s lap.
“Are you going to bring me a lot of toys and stuff?” Dante asked.
“Yes,” said Santa. “Is there something special you want?”
“Yes,” Dante said. “Could you put in some stuff for girls?”
“I don’t see why not.”
“And could you give what you were going to give me to some kids who lost their mommies or their daddies in September?”
Santa was surprised.
“You don’t want me to bring you anything this year? Not even one toy?”
“I have enough toys, and I still have my Mommy and my Daddy.”
“And I’m sure they are proud of you for being so generous.”
Joe and Paulina were proud, very proud, of their son.
“I’m not giving away very much,” Dante answered seriously. “Toys don’t tuck you in at night.”
Dedicated with love to the heroes of September 11th, 2001, and those they left behind.