Such a Good Girl by Darrelyn Saloom
December 15, 2014 § 27 Comments
Like reindeer at feeding time, Brevity’s Holiday Smile contest memories just keep coming:
There is a sliver of time in childhood when you believe everything you’re told. It might start with bedtime fairytales. Then it grows to a rosy-cheeked big guy with white hair and beard, dressed in a red suit. He flies in a reindeer-drawn sleigh and delivers presents to good children all over the world.
Yuletides cycle and you spend too much time watching The Twilight Zone. Doubt creeps into your psyche. You begin to grasp figurative language, so when your mother calls your pal Julie McComas a bad apple, you know she doesn’t mean the fruit. No one sits on real pins and needles. But no rifts corrupt your faith in the jolly man.
Until a caller arrives dressed as Saint Nick. You glimpse the edge of a pillow stuffed under his coat. Are those strings holding his beard in place? You notice hazel eyes and a broad smile that resemble your father’s. Arms crossed, you shoot “Santa” a Rod Serling stare and question, “Where’s your sleigh?” But he convinces you it’s being repaired.
Reinvigorated about the holiday, you dash off to school. At recess you tell a girl about your visitor, but she teases No such thing! Then a tight-fisted boy says, “Only babies believe in Santa Claus.” Your face grows hot and you run to the swings. Up high, you wise up.
And bus home to sob to your mother about misguided kids at school. You know she would never make up a story about Father Christmas. Who, by the way, is bringing you a two-wheel bike, spitfire red with a bell. You know this for a fact because Julie McComas got one last year, even after she threatened to kill her brother. And you’ve been such a good girl. How could he not?
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Darrelyn Saloom is co-author of My Call to the Ring: A Memoir of a Girl Who Yearns to Box (Glasnevin 2012) with Deirdre Gogarty, Ireland’s first female boxing champion. Darrelyn lives with her husband (and various critters) on a horse farm in south Louisiana, where she is working on a collection of memoir essays and stories.
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Feeling nostalgic after reading this, nicely written.
So glad you enjoyed, Jessica.
Hilarious!
Thank you, Julia.
Fantastic! I can picture your sweet, tear-stained face.
It brought back the memory of my older brothers bursting my Santa bubble.
Jenny, You must tell me the story next time we chat. Sure miss my Ohio family. Even your brothers. xo
Had to laugh, Darrelyn. One of my strongest memories from childhood is the day I forced my parents to admit there is no SC. Merry Christmas and a big hug!
Sounds like a great story, Barbara. Thanks for the hug. xo
How could he not! Wonderful, Darrelyn! Ho, ho, ho!
Thanks, C. Great to see you here.
Love this. Particularly the closing!
Thank you best writing buddy, ever. xo
Fantastic piece Darrelyn. As usual, I love the imagery you craft.
Thank you, Mike, xo
Are you telling me there is no such thing as Santa Clause!?
Um, yes, I am. 🙂
Such a nice, nostalgic piece Darrelyn. My hopes in Santa were dashed at a frightfully young age by my siblings. I’ll never forget sitting in my mothers car wondering…..”what else isn’t real”.
Thanks, Megan. Hope it was fun while it lasted.
Enjoyed this! When I realized at age 7 that there was no Santa, I decided that there wasn’t an Easter Bunny or Tooth Fairy either.
You’re a smart girl, Mandy. But I think you might be wrong about the Tooth Fairy.
Darrelyn, Thank you for capturing a sweet time I’m sure we all can relate to. This is great; love it!
C. Bullion
Thank you, Cindy. xo
Darrelyn loved this piece. The 2nd paragraph reminded me of a conversation that I just had w/Jenny. Her little Miss called her out on a comment recently. Jenny said “she was going to run to the store” & Lil Miss says “you don’t Run, You drive”!! lol I was 2nd oldest so I had to keep the Santa thing going for several years with 6 of us. I think I figured it out on my own cause I was a big snoop & would find presents in my mom & dad’s closet. Bummer! Merry Christmas.
Thanks, Jill. Lil Miss is a smart one. She’ll figure it out in no time. Hope you have a happy holiday. xo
“Up high, you wise up.” <– What a line! So unexpected, yet it sets such a great mood for the rest of the piece… we all know what it's like to flop our guts mid-swing.
Love how you move from general to specific, the opposite of many other essay structures. The phrase “sliver of time” is perfect. It suggests so many levels. These are wonderful stories, Darrelyn. Keep going!
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