I Wished To Be Santa Claus… Make That Little Boy’s Wish Come True… Bullying


I Wished To Be Santa Claus… Make His Wish Come True (Little Twin Boy)… Bullying  by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


My attention was drawn to the tv screen. A photo of twins was being shown… the news was on. The twins were a boy and a girl. It seemed the
little boy had written a letter to Santa Claus. They were young… maybe 9-10 years old.

He didn’t ask for anything for himself. He asked for Santa Claus to help his sister… to stop the bullying of his sister. The photo showed the little
girl to be chubby; enough chubby to draw attention to her from other children. Enough so… that the bullies of the school could have a good time
making fun of her, pushing her around.

I can’t go any farther about her… I don’t know anymore than what was said above, and the last sentence I could imagine. I do know about being a
cute, little chubby girl. I don’t remember of course, how my mother let me be a little chubby girl… heck, I didn’t know I was! But… I do remember
being made fun of, when another child became angry at me.

The kids in my own ‘family’ devastated me when they would become mad at me, make fun of me. I look back at my photos as a child… I was pretty,
and a little chubby, not even grossly so. Amazing….

It hurt me deeply, even to the point of ‘wishing to die, and they’ll be sorry they hurt me like that’. It’s just a wonder with all I had to live with ‘at home‘,
and all that occurred at school… that I didn’t succeed in committing suicide. It did come to that point… I didn’t succeed, and that’s another story. But…
it happened.

A child is very sensitive… and people don’t realize how close they push a child … ‘out of this world’. I watch on the news… often, you will see a young
child that… succeeded… in doing what ‘I almost did’. Bullying… made fun of… made to feel less than… made to feel worthless… and when it comes from
not only from their classmates, and peers…. combined with an awful ‘home’ life… it’s scary.

I know… I was ‘that child’… I know how a little abused, bullied child is made to feel… how when all the other kids, plus… your family makes your world
‘the end’. I remember as a little girl when my whole world ‘went to hell’ because of things I didn’t understand…. divorce, me being thrown into ‘hell’ where
the whole world was dirty, scary… rats, roaches … things I’d never known about, even seen.

I remember going to school after surviving hell each day at ‘home’…. I’d ‘survive hell’ in school… only to come ‘home to hell’ each evening. Never any peace… always afraid, nervous, trembling. I was learning to fight to survive… I made it until I was thirteen… and I ‘broke’. But, the good thing is… I survived that, too,
to only go to another ‘hell’… to my father’s home. A beautiful ‘hell’, everything clean, wonderful, nice…. but, I was the only one there… who wasn’t wanted. I
learned I was just a ‘step-daughter’… I was treated just that way. I could go on and on… but, that’s for more stories… later.

Back to the twins… the little boy cared so much about his sister being hurt. That means his precious, little heart hurt each day to see the ‘hell’ being pushed
on the closest person to him… his twin. How sad is that? How beautifully sad… is that? It touched my very heart… I wished to make all the bullying go away
for that child…. that precious, little girl. I wished to be ‘Santa Claus’ and make that little boy’s wish come true.


10 thoughts on “I Wished To Be Santa Claus… Make That Little Boy’s Wish Come True… Bullying

  1. I know what you mean Gloria!

    I was bullied at school, beaten at home, until I snapped a couple of times at school and the bullies backed off… 😦

    We have so much in common my friend! 😦

    Love and squishy hugs! 🙂


  2. I’ve never understood why schools don’t show children the end result of what bullying can do especially as so much of it takes place there. It’s rare, unlike your sad case, for the bullying to continue at home too unless perhaps there’s a much older sibling who was favourite while they were the only child.
    I too survived the bullying I had to suffer but like with all of us it leaves scars.
    xxx Huge Hugs xxx

    • Oh yes, it leaves scars … mine healed over a long time ago… I don’t feel pain from them very much anymore. I honestly don’t… but, I do remember. I can look back now, and know that for all that has happened in my life.. it was only preparing me to be a ‘real survivor’. I never feel bitterness, or anger… never. I …. know life can, will be that way. I don’t know how I managed to learn forgiveness, be able to put it all behind me… I am amazed… especially knowing how as a young woman I stayed angry inside, hated everyone… but, no one knew. I would smile, go on. Somehow, all went away through time… and I didn’t notice… until I thought of things again… the ‘bad’ feelings were gone. :))) Isn’t that a miracle? :)))

  3. I resonate with your story, too. I never felt like I belonged anywhere, like I was on sufferance, and could be cast out with nothing at any moment. I’m sure my stepmother was doing her best, presenting us with hot dinner after hot dinner, keeping the house clean, teaching me to clean quickly and thoroughly. But I never felt loved. I’ve been putting down roots my whole adult life every since. That little boy’s story is so precious. What a big heart you have, Granny. 😉

    • Isn’t it amazing what we all have in common? That sounds like at my father’s home… all was ‘perfect’… I was the one who came to live there… I’m sure no matter how quiet I tried to be, how much I tried to do to be helpful… how out of the way I tried to stay… it didn’t make any difference. I would have loved them all very much… :))) Thankfully, it’s all behind us… and I only write about it… I never sit and dwell on it. I don’t hurt from it anymore… too long ago. :)))

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