For four years I used to volunteer at a local orphanage and play Santa, Oh the children would light up whenever I would enter the room. I always cherished every moment of it.. for one day out of the year, I wasn't just a loser with a crappy job lol I was a living myth, bringing joy, love and hope too those unfortunate souls, I told them stories of epic battles and fun times with elves and Rudolph... until it got real, There was a little girl, around 12. She had bright green eyes and a smile that was infectious. She ALWAYS looked forward too my visit every year, she would always sit on my lap when I told the stories and helped handing out presents.. she cared more about the spirit of giving then... crying or dwelling on her lack of parents.. .. anyways, she always would ask me " would Santa be my father again? " with that smile and glimmer of joy in her eyes.. and I would always reply " Of coarse, I would love too" then I would let out a hardy " HO HO HO! ". Then, the last year I did it, as I walked into the orphanage something was wrong... I noticed the mood wasn't like it normally was.. it was.. somber.. I was pulled aside by one of the care givers. Apparently she passed away from an illness two weeks before.. her empty bed, it tore Santa's heart to shreds.. I still did what i could to cheer them up and I succeeded in bringing back some cheer.... however, her empty bed still haunts my dreams. I found out after I packed up my costume, one of the more honest care givers told me the ugliest of truths.. that the company who owned the orphanage didn't even attempt too treat her because " It was a WASTE OF MONEY!!!!!! Til the day I die I will always keep her in my heart, because lord knows the people who ran that place cared WAY more for dirty green paper than a human life.. You will always be Santa's little helper, Jenny..