Performance Task No. 3 in Creative Writing: A Summer With Santa (A Flash Fiction)

I was ten years old when I met Santa Claus at the beach. At first, I could not believe what I am seeing. The sky is as clear as the sea, but I know that my eyes are tricking me! I remove my eyeglasses to have a clear sight of what I am seeing.

The fat guy had murky beards. He also had a perfect mustache, and his eyebrows looked like sea salt. He looked like the Christmas décor at our house; however, he’s not wearing that red costume at the beach. Maybe, Santa is not crazy at all to wear one on a breezeless summer day. He had with him was a simple shirt printed with I AM SUMMER SANTA. Was there a Santa for summer?

“Ho! Ho! Ho! Hello, Yannie. I know what you’re thinking! Come here, little girl. I have something for you,” Summer Santa said as he reached for his colorful bag printed with summer fruits.

I smelled grapes and strawberries when I came next to him.

“Here is a gift for summer. I know you need it.”

“What is this, Santa?”

“It’s for you to know. That is where you create your happiness.”