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At Christmas time, my friends would always talk about Santa Claus, but I was never fond of Santa Claus because he just did not look real. As a matter of fact he kind of scared me, whenever I look at my childhood pictures where I posed with Santa Claus, I would always look frazzled.
But on this one particular Christmas eve, my mom told me that Santa was no longer coming to our house, but instead it would be the Black Prince. I was all excited, telling my friends that I had a prince coming to my house and I would leave cookies and milk out for him at night by the Christmas tree before I went to bed. I remember that Christmas morning, waking up to the smell of pine coming from the tree, the spices from the ham baking in the oven, and seeing my parents, my mom preparing the Christmas feast and my dad watching the Christmas day parade on television. As I approached the living room where the Christmas cookies and milk were left, in excitement I would see that the cookies were gone and the milk half full. The Christmas tree had more gifts and a pink bicycle stood propped by the door. I shouted in amazement, "the Black Prince has been here"! My mom and dad came running in, watching as I opened my gifts. I remember that Christmas day well, because as I finished opening my last gift, it had a note that said, "A special gift from the Black Prince". The gift was a photo album and in the photo album was pictures of my dad, it read, "As your friends began to grow my darling daughter, they will soon grow disappointed, to find that later on in life there was no Santa Claus. But you my darling daughter will have this one thing to hold, that as you unfold these pages, and see the photos of your daddy, realize that I am your Black Prince, you have me in your home, and in your presence now, and when He calls me home, these photos you can carry".
It was a blessing to know that the one person who left gifts under my Christmas tree each year was a real person, one who provided for me everyday, not just on Christmas day, one who I can cherish in my memory, because I have fond memories of times that we shared together.
This is dedicated to my dad, my Black Prince, November 25, 1919 - January 1, 2008
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