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I admit, my story’s connection to the prompt is tenuous at best. But it’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Genre: Pure Non-Fiction
Word Count: 100

YES VIRGINIA, THERE IS A SANTA CLAUS

The minister summed it up as she delivered his eulogy with, “This sucks.”

I couldn’t agree more. Santa Claus isn’t supposed to die.

That’s who my friend and high school classmate was to the hundreds of children he enthralled with his mellifluous, “Ho! Ho! Ho!”

Two years ago in a cheerful conversation, he told me he’d been diagnosed with cancer, but he and his doctor were optimistic. Remission was almost a certainty.

Then a couple of months ago, I received that dreaded phone call from him. “I’m calling a few people…”

“Farewell, John. You made me believe in Santa Claus.”  

Taken four years ago. He was coming from one of his housecalls.

John was Santa all year round.