The Real Santa
 

EXT. HOUSE  –  NIGHT

SUPER:

CHRISTMAS EVE 11: 30 P.M.

There are two cars parked in the driveway, an Escalade and a Mercedes Benz. The house is a mansion.

INT. HOUSE  –  CONTINUOUS

There is a huge staircase going up to the second floor. A balcony overlooks the living room. There is a beautiful Christmas tree in the middle of the living room. There are however, no presents beneath it.

KEISHA is ten years old and ANDREA is eight. Both are seated on the balcony with their backs against the railings.

                                                      KEISHA
                                         I’m going to wait up to see Santa
                                         Claus tonight.

              ANDREA
You said the same thing last time,
but you fell asleep.

              KEISHA
Well, I’m older than I was last year,
and I say I’m going to stay up.

              ANDREA
Mom is going to check on us.

              KEISHA
Mom is too busy talking to her friends,
wishing them a merry Christmas; she
won’t check on us.

              ANDREA
I’m not going to stay up with you.

She looks curiously at her sister.

              KEISHA
Why not?

              ANDREA
Because I want to sleep.

              KEISHA
Oh, you little baby.

              ANDREA
I’m not a baby.

              KEISHA
Ok, so stay up with me then.
Only babies go to bed so early.

              ANDREA
Well, that means you’re a baby too,
‘cause mom makes you go to bed 
early too.

                                                      KEISHA
                                        Only because I want to.

                                                      ANDREA
                                        I’m going to tell mom.

              KEISHA
Only babies act like you.
     (mimicking her sister)
I’m going to tell mom.
      (like herself)
Why don’t you grow up?

                                                      ANDREA
                                        Why don’t you?

                                                      KEISHA
                                        I’m grown.

                                                      ANDREA
                                        No, you’re not, you're just ten.

                                                      KEISHA
                                        I’m more grown than you are.

                                                      ANDREA
                                        Mom is not going to let you stay up.

                                                      KEISHA
                                        Mom doesn’t have to know.

                                                      ANDREA
                                        Well I’m going to go sleep.

                                                      KEISHA
                                        I’ll tell you what happens in the morning.

Andrea gets to her feet.

                                                      ANDREA
                                        Good night.

                                                       KEISHA
                                        Good night, don’t let the bed bugs bite.
                                                      
                                                       ANDREA
                                                          (irritably)
                                        I don’t have any bed bugs.

Keisha laughs.

                                                      KEISHA
                                        I’m just kidding; you can’t take a joke either?

Andrea leaves to her room.

INT. HOUSE LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

SUPER:

CHRISTMAS MORNING TWELVE THIRTY A.M.

There is still no present beneath the Christmas tree. Keisha kneels and presses her face between two of the rails while holding two with her arms. She sees as her mom enters and goes beneath the tree. She has nothing in her arms. The living room is lit, but it is dim. Keisha sees as the door is opened and Santa Claus enters with a sack over his shoulder. He places the sack on the floor and goes to her mom who approaches him.

Her mom embraces him and kisses him. Keisha’s jaws drop, her mouth is opened; she has an incredulous look on her face.

                                                      KEISHA
                                                         (softly)
                                        Mom is kissing Santa Claus, I can’t believe it.
                                        I’m gonna tell dad.

She pulls away from the railing and creeps to her sister’s room. She opens the door silently and enters.

INT. ANDREA’S ROOM – CONTINUOUS

The room is lit with a night-light. Keisha shakes her sister.

                                                      KEISHA 
                                        Andrea, wake up.

Andrea doesn’t want to be awaken. She drawls irritably.
    
                                                      ANDREA
                                        What?

                                                      KEISHA
                                        I saw mom kissing Santa Claus.

Andrea comes fully awake. She sits up and rubs her eyes. She looks at Keisha; she too now has an incredulous look on her face. She speaks softly.

                                                       ANDREA
                                                        (incredulously)
                                        You saw mom kissing Santa Claus?

                                                        KEISHA
                                        Yes, I did. He came in with his sack
                                         over his shoulder. And when he saw mom,
                                         he dropped it and they started kissing.

                                                        ANDREA
                                         No.

                                                        KEISHA
                                         I’m serious. Cross my heart and hope
                                         to die.

                                                        ANDREA
                                         Well, we’re going to have to tell  dad,
                                         aren't we?

                                                        KEISHA
                                         I’m not going to tell him, I’ll get into trouble.

                                                        ANDREA
                                         What do you think we should do?

                                                        KEISHA
                                         I don’t know.

                                                        ANDREA
                                        Did you see the presents he brought?

                                                        KEISHA
                                        He didn’t put down any presents, he was too
                                        busy kissing mom.
                                       
                                                        ANDREA
                                        Do you think mom is cheating on dad 
                                        with Santa Claus

                                                        KEISHA
                                        I don’t know, but mom must really 
                                        loves him why she kissed him the 
                                        way she did.

                                                        ANDREA
                                        Well, the good thing is, the guy only
                                         comes once a year. Maybe next year 
                                         mom will forget him.
        
                                                        KEISHA
                                         And what I’ll do in the meantime is make a sign.

Andrea has a perplexed look on her face.

                                                        ANDREA
                                         A sign?

                                                        KEISHA
                                         Yeah, one which says, "Santa, you’re not
                                         welcome." After all, we don’t  want mom and
                                         dad to break up now,  do we?

                                                        ANDREA
                                         No, we don’t.

Andrea is sad. She has her elbows on her thighs and her cheeks in her palms.
 
                                                        ANDREA
                                         And I like the old guy so much.

                                                            KEISHA
                                         What old guy?

                                                            ANDREA
                                                     (sincerely)
                                          Santa. I just didn’t know he was a cheat.

                                                            KEISHA
                                          Well, maybe someone should tell Mrs. Claus.

                                                            ANDREA
                                           Yeah, maybe someone should.

                                                            KEISHA
                                            Well, I’ve got to go back out and
                                             see what’s going on.

Andrea brightens.

                                                            ANDREA
                                             Hey, maybe we could sneak and open
                                             the packages Santa brought.

                                                            KEISHA
                                             No, that’s not a good idea, we would  get into 
                                             trouble for sure.

                                                            ANDREA
                                             So what are you going to do?

                                                            KEISHA
                                             I can’t sleep. I’m going to sit on the balcony
                                             until morning; maybe I’ll see dad when he
                                             is coming in.

                                                            ANDREA
                                             Are you going to tell him?

                                                            KEISHA
                                            No, I think mom is gonna forget Santa;
                                            he only comes once a year, remember?

                                                            ANDREA
                                            Yeah, so we’ve got to make sure
                                            Dad isn’t home when he comes.

                                                            KEISHA
                                            Yeah. Goodnight.

Andrea falls back on the bed and pulls her comforter back over her.

                                                            ANDREA
                                             Goodnight.

Keisha leaves.

INT. HOUSE – NIGHT

SUPER:

CHRISTMAS MORNING ONE THIRTY A.M.

Keisha is asleep on the balcony. She is lying on the floor. She suddenly comes awake and creeps up to the railing; she peeps down. Santa Claus is in the house again, but this time he is not wearing his beard or his hat. Once again Keisha’s jaws drop and she stares unbelievingly at her DAD.

                                                             KEISHA
                                                         (softly)
                                              So that was dad, that’s why mom was
                                              kissing him.

Keisha watches as her dad ascends the stairs. She then creeps to her sister’s room.

INT. ANDREA’S ROOM – CONTINUOUS

She shakes her sister. Andrea opens her eye, sees her sister.

                                                             ANDREA
                                              Keisha! Not again. Mom!

Keisha covers her mouth. She bites Keisha. Keisha pulls away her hand quickly, flashing it.

                                                              KEISHA
                                                              (grimaces)
                                              Ah, you bit me.

Andrea sits up.

                                                               ANDREA
                                              You shouldn’t have put your hand in my 
                                              mouth.

                                                                KEISHA
                                              I didn’t want you to scream for mom.

                                                                 ANDREA
                                                              (adamantly)
                                              You still shouldn’t have put your hand in
                                              my mouth.

                                                                 KEISHA
                                              I just wanted to cover your mouth.
                                              so you wouldn't scream like a baby.

                                                                 ANDREA
                                              Only adults do that, and you’re not
                                              an adult.

                                                                 KEISHA
                                              Well, you’re a baby.

                                                                 ANDREA
                                               I’m not a baby.

                                                                  KEISHA
                                               Well only babies bite.

                                                                  ANDREA
                                                Still I’m not a baby. I’m eight years
                                                old. What do you want?

                                                                   KEISHA
                                                I know why mom was kissing Santa Claus.

                                                                   ANDREA
                                                Yeah. Why?

                                                                    KEISHA
                                                It was not Santa Claus, it was dad.

                                                                    ANDREA
                                                What do you mean?

                                                                    KEISHA
                                                It was dad who was dressed up as
                                                Santa Claus.

                                                                    ANDREA
                                                No.

                                                                    KEISHA
                                                Yeah.

Andrea is sad. She has her elbows on her knees and her cheeks in her palms.

                                                                    ANDREA
                                                It looks like we’ll never get to
                                                see the real Santa Claus.

                                                                    KEISHA
                                                Maybe dad is the real Santa Claus.

                                                                    ANDREA
                                                No, he is too young. Santa Claus
                                                has beard and he is old.

                                                                    KEISHA
                                                But the beard is not real.

                                                                     ANDREA
                                                Now you’re beginning to sound like
                                                an adult.

                                                                     KEISHA
                                                Let’s face it. During the year, dad
                                                and mom are the ones who buy us gifts;
                                                maybe they are the same ones who
                                                buy it during Christmas too .

                                                                      ANDREA
                                                Are you saying Santa Claus is not real?
                           
                                                                       KEISHA
                                                Well, maybe the old guy is tired.
                                                After all he is really old. 
 
                                                                       ANDREA
                                                Maybe you’re right. Well, at least 
                                                we know why mom was kissing Santa
                                                Claus.

                                                                       KEISHA
                                                 Yeah.

                                                                       ANDREA/KEISHA
                                                 Santa Claus was dad.

They both laugh.

FADE OUT






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Two kids discovered who the real Santa is.
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