When I first got here, it was hard to see how I could even be who I was meant to be. How could I be a Guardian on my own? Or if there wasn't even anything to protect like there was in my world? And then I tried to have a little fun, to do what I always did before and bring laughter into people's lives, and they get mad about my magic, instead of finding it
joyful like it's supposed to be. Does anyone know what that does to someone like me? My entire existence was dependent on kids believing in me. In us. If they forgot us, we'd disappear. Poof. That's it. So it's awful to find people who don't like it, who don't think it's fun or a good thing.
But it is, and I know it's not childish or stupid or inconvenient to bring some happiness into the world. I know it's important. It just makes me angry that other people dismiss it as something annoying or stupid when there's already too much bad stuff in this world.
So I've been trying to figure out how to still be who I'm supposed to be, and I saw one of the Santas, the ones at the malls. And I got to talking to him, because he recognized me, and he said he visits sick kids for Christmas, too, and brings them presents that people have donated. So I'm gonna go with him, because the kids'll know me, and I can make it snow for them or whatever else they want. There are a lot of kids who don't have much this year, or any other year, and if all of us gave something - a toy, winter clothes we don't need, there are a whole bunch of groups that take donations, or you can go to the post office and get one of the cards a kid sent to Santa and fulfill their wishes - we could bring smiles to a lot of faces.
And that's really what it means to be me.