MEMOIR

Memoir
Ava Ojo
705

IS SANTA REAL MOMMY?

    " You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not shout I'm tell'in you why,....Santa Claus is coming to TOWN!!!" The smell of hot coco and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies are in the air combined with the cool scent of peppermint. It's Christmas Eve in the dry desert area of Davis, CA. In Davis there are no white Christmas's. There are only high winds and lots of rain. I am with my brother, Kristian, my mom, Eva and Danny, seeing the Christmas Parade. Eva is my mom's closest friend. Danny is my friend from when we were little. Suddenly we all hear loud Christmas music and elves waving. They are tossing out Santa hats. We see all different character’s from Christmas movies on floats. Like Jack frost, Frosty the Snowman, even the Grinch. Each float has a background of were the characters live.  After all of the characters go down the street we see Santa! He is in a huge red sleigh with his reindeer’s (Mouse). Santa is repeating “HOHO MERRY CHRISTMAS!” over and over again. As he rides down the street, people start leaving. We pick up our stuff and head to the car.
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     We pull up around 7:30pm at my house. Most of use are tired and ready for tomorrow morning’s surprise. But before we go, my mother has a present for Danny.      
"Mommy I got the Thomas the Choo-choo train. I got Thomas the Choo-choo train from Santa." Danny yelling. He’s running up and down. We we're only 7 years old.
"Mom, can I open just one present...too, PLEASE!" I begged to her with my puppy face.
"No honey.” She said. “You are going to open your presents tomorrow morning. Today we just did the parade, and we are now just giving a little gift for Danny.. ok." My mother says.
"But-"
"AVA."
"Fine!" I say with frustration.
11 minutes later
    I needed my sleeping bag. It is chilly and my feet were getting numb.
“Mom....” I say.
“What?” My mom says.
“ I need my sleeping bag. Were is it?” I ask.
“It’s in my room, in the closet on the top, but I’ll get it.” She says. My mom goes back to talking to Eva on the couch. I leave without remembering that last line she said. I get out of the living room and turn a sharp right on the rugged carpet. Before I even open my mother’s white wooden door I see a note, it read:
Dear Children in this household,
    Please do not! I repeat NOT! Open this
door. If you do, Santa will give you coal.
Love,  Mommy XOX

    “Oh well! I am only seven! And I do not. Repeat not, know how to read that well!.” I whisper to myself. I took the note off that door and pretended that I never saw it. I looked behind me and to the sides of me. For protection I take an aluminum bat. I open the door slowly with a gentle push, making sure that ghosts aren’t in there. I walk into the dark, shadowed room with a little light coming from the curtained window. Rushing, I try to find the switch. I am pretty scared of the dark.  *click*
“What‘s that?” I asked to myself. There was a blue ordinary sheet covering my brother’s crib. I walk to it slowly. With a blink of an eye I take it off and BOM! There were the presents wrapped in gold,silver, and all different colors. The presents were gorgeous. I stare at the presents. OMG! I say in my head.
“AAAAAA!(screaming)” I run to the living room. “Danny! Danny! Santa works here! HE ACTUL-” My mom cuts me up.
“AVA ADELINE OJO!” She stands up, eye to eye. “ What did I tell you!”
“ You said that my sleeping bag is in your closet right on the top.” I felt embarrassed, but yet confused. I hadn’t even get my pink sleeping bag.
“ Go to your room immediately!” I stomp loudly enough so that my mom can hear, to my room, take a left and walk to the end of the hall way. I slam that stink’in door hard. My bed is on the right and my brothers bed is on the left. I just collapse on to it. And start crying. My cheeks get red and my heart is racing. I think to myself those movies, and songs are just for little babies.
     A half an hour past and my mom comes in saying that Danny and Eva left to go catch their flight. I am laying flat on my bed, facing the wall that is filled with Littles Pet Shop wall stickers and pictures with my mom, my brother, my daddy and I . My mom rubs my back and pats it. I can feel her *gulp* and her soft warm hand going in circles.
“ I am sorry.” She says in her ok voice tone. “ I should’ve paid more attention to you.” I get up with my back aching and hug her tightly. I am only seven (thinking in my head). I can hear my 2 year old brother running from the living room in his dinosaur shirt and his Elmo diaper. He yells.
“Mommy, I want to open just one present PLEASE!” He puts up his index finger while speaking. We both laugh, then Kristian joins in.
“Merry Christmas!” My mom says.

    I always think of that day being the reasons why I new that my mom and dad were actually “santa’s helpers” or as we all teenagers say it santa. I look forward to Christmas day. Sometimes I do wish Santa were real. Then we all won’t have to worry about all these sales and Blackout Friday’s. It would be Christmas for all of us! My mother always tells me to enjoy it and be grateful. She is correct! Merry Christmas! And all a good night!