Of course, agreed. The money was needed, and the role to play - just spit, Natasha and I constantly participated in KVN.
Scraped up an ad, gave a newspaper and a running line. They began to call us almost immediately, so the matter went. The children were different, and the glorious guys, and the whiners-whiners. One kid remembered - he asked from the doorway: “Santa Claus and Snow Maiden, then? And how much did my dad pay you? ”
In short, the experience is interesting.
And now, until the holiday, there were four days left, then my friend calls me: “Olezhka, help me out! We have collected presents for children from the local hospital here - they remain without matinees, but we don’t have Santa Claus! Can you work for free? ”Well, I thought it was a good thing, I agreed. Moreover, they promised to take me to the hospital.
Still at home he dressed up, put his beard on, went.The mood is good, such a boom, that I don’t go to work for the money, but just like that, I feel that I can. Even my neighbor Tamara smiled at the entrance, and two years ago, when she lost her son, she went sad all the time.
And here we are. We were gathered in the hall, in the middle - a tree, the lights were lit. A wonderful holiday turned out! Children have fun, clap their hands, sing songs, read poems. Then he began to give gifts - everyone has such happiness. The horns are satisfied, there are smiles all around ... And suddenly I see that a boy of six years old is sitting in a corner, not playing, his chin propped up by his hands, looking at us, and in dark eyes - longing.
He went to the doctor, asking: “Who is this and what's wrong with him?” “Mark,” the doctor replies. - He is an orphan. Road traffic We drove with my father and mother in the car, turned over. There are no relatives anymore, now we are joining the orphanage ... "
It felt like a backhand. The feeling of happiness was gone.
Of course, it would be possible to complete the program, go away and forget about everything, but I could not.
He took the gift and went to the boy on bending legs.
- Hi, Marik! Happy New Year with a new happiness!
He looked hard at me.
- You're not a real Santa Claus, right?
- And it depends on what you believe. I'm sure of myself. But you can check. What gift do you want for the New Year? If I do, it means real.
(Then I mentally closed my eyes because I imagined where my New Year’s budget would go and where to borrow if a guy wants, for example, an iPhone. But I could not stop)
And Marik grinned sadly and said:
- Well, let's try.
I crouched next.
The boy opened his eyes and suddenly began to whisper hotly:
- If I was stupid, I would ask mom and dad to come back. But I'm not a fool, I understand everything. Therefore, if you are a real Santa Claus, make me not be taken to the orphanage! Can you
And here I realized that I screwed up.
How to bring the program - I do not remember, everything seems to be in a fog. He returned home, but could not do anything: Marik’s gaze was before his eyes — full of longing and hope. I even began to figure out whether to take the boy myself. But who would give a child to a student without permanent income? All night he twisted, thinking. And in the morning it dawned on me!
And already at eight in the morning in the costume of Santa Claus I knocked on my neighbor Tamara.
I do not know how they agreed there - they say the head doctor himself connected friends, but already on December 31 I met Marik and Tamara at our entrance.The shining neighbor introduced me to the boy and said that he was her guest on New Year's Eve. Marik did not look as happy, rather bewildered, but I did not notice the same boundless melancholy in his eyes.
And when the holidays were over, and January — February came, the boy moved to our house for good — Tamara took him under guardianship.
A year has passed, and now Natasha again called me a frostbite. I could not miss such an incident, and on the eve of New Year's Eve I arrived on a visit to Tamara. And when Marik opened the door, he winked at him and loudly asked: “Well, what is real?”
- This! - He whispered and hugged my legs.
And at that moment I really felt like Santa Claus. A true wizard.
© The story is written from the words of the protagonist.