Mauricio Betancourt

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Mauricio Betancourt

Mauricio Betancourt
Cali, Colombia
February 06
Colombian journalist (37). Gay advocator and social worker. I like people and believe people like me. I am as honest and transparent as I can be and like to meet people around the world. I´ve been away from OS for a while but I intent to keep writing and reading of course as it is the only thing that really awakes my heart... Hugs from Colombia and much love

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DECEMBER 23, 2011 2:32PM

Little Frail Porcelain Kid: Santa is not Coming to Town

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Christmas… I remember the season, all those seasons, all those years. I remember them; I remember the sparkling lights, the ornaments, the tree, the figures and the nativity. The food, the Colombian Natilla and buñuelos, the tamales, the morcilla. All the drinking. Those smells. All the laughter around us. I remember it all... ALL.

Some of you, friends, who are used to these series that I am writing about my childhood might be thinking that I am going to face you with a terrible experience happening to me right in the middle of the December festivities. I am not. This one here is short and full of love. The kind of love only a child can give as the best present for Christmas.

          "Oh don´t think Santa doesn´t love you honey… he loves all children around the world and that is why he is so busy… but he will bring you a beautiful present, you´ll see… the thing is that this year Santa had to buy too many presents and maybe he will take more time to bring yours… but he will bring it.

Those were my mamita Rachel´s words, my mom´s mother. She is the sweetest soul on earth. She loved me and she understood what it was like for a child to be expecting Santa Claus or Baby Jesus, to arrive caring the presents that are meant to be taken from under the tree and opened in front of everyone so all the family could have an honest happy smile… as a family.

We were used to do that. But this year 1983 was different. We were on our own. No dad. My mom didn´t have a job. She lost her house. I was living with Aunty Beatriz and my sister Erika was living with grandma. My family situation wasn’t the best. But, we loved each other and whenever we were together those years we were always having a blast… together.

I couldn´t understand why I nor my sister were not getting a present that year. We were good children, grandma said, we were good to each other and that was enough to be granted a good Christmas present. But it was taking longer that expected, she explained.  

So, that night, four nights before Christmas, while talking to Grandma Rachel I made a decision.

          "Sorry Mrs. Piggy"

I got up early the next day, apologized to my piggy bank and then smashed it to the floor. It broke in million pieces, but what came from inside weren´t millions of coins, just enough to buy something small to my mother and my sister. Maybe socks for both of them… but I was never a small thinker. So, I came up with a plan to make some more money.

         "Good morning lady (BIG SMILE) you are beautiful today and you have the most beautiful eyes in the world"

There I was, a 9 year old skinny boy, standing in front of a woman´s car flirting with her while she was waiting in traffic for the green light to go. Two minutes. I had only two minutes to sell her what I was offering. Hearts, red velvet card hearts with an inscription made by me that said:


You see, at that age of 9, I still believed in Santa and Baby Jesus, but, since Baby Jesus was a baby and he had Mary and Joseph to help him in case he needed help, I decided that the one in need was Santa.

I was happy that day and the days before Christmas because people seemed to like Santa so much that they were willing to help me help him. Some people even sent him bills. I was thrilled. Every afternoon I came home and put all the donations in my metal lunch box: bills and coins. Three days of hard work so we  could help Santa come home.

Christmas day, I was finished. I knew there was no more time so I decided to ask grandma to help me send the lunch box to Santa Claus so he could have enough money to take the bus and come home to us.

She grabbed the box, opened it …….. and….

Paola.. My little red friend That night, we were all happy. So happy I can not even come close to describe it. My little sister got her Paola doll and I got my Radio Flyer Red Wagon… just the one I wanted so I can carry Erika and now Paola around.

Later that night, mom came to me and said close to my ear that Santa had sent a note only for me to read. No one else. She said that Santa said that note was a secret. I was so excited. I grabbed the note and went to the restroom. Opened it and there it was:


          Thank you, Mauricio. You are my favorite little man in the world. I love you very much. Enjoy the present you asked me. I will see you next year.

Yeah… Santa came to town and to our house, no matter what, I wasn´t letting anything came in his way to my house….




 By Mauricio Betancourt 2011©

 Prior Installments:

Little Frail Porcelain Kid

Little Frail Porcelain Kid II

Little Frail Porcelain Kid III

Little Frail Porcelain Kid IV

Little Frail Porcelain Kid V

 Little Frail Porcelain Kid VI

Little Frail Porcelain Kid VII

Little Frail Porcelain Kid VIII

Little Frail Porcelain Kid IX

Little Frail Porcelain Kid X

Little Frail Porcelain Kid: Staring at the Sun

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Awwww, Mauro, this is the sweetest story I have ever read. Your mother must have been bursting with pride at your ingenuity. Merry Christmas, Mijo!
Wonderful story, Mauricio. True spirit of the season.
Dear Mauro
Best in your series, and I'm so glad you shared it. I hope all your holidays and the new year bring you the best. You certainly deserve it. Merry Christmas, my Friend!

~hug~ Merry Christmas to you as well my friend!
Hola are always here giving me your support.. I really enjoyed writing this one.. and I can see you had a good time reading it.. Im glad to see you here....thank you very very much
Hugs and love for the season
You were such a wonderful kid! Such ingenuity. Christmas Blessings.
What a truly beautiful story of love. I can only imagine a child who was worried about Santa not having proper transportation to complete his job.
rated with love
You made me smile, what an incredibly beautiful story.
@Phyllis: Thank for being here and I`m glad that I was that naive ... I do now still love those dreams of my childhood and those characters that made it so rich .. that imaginary world made good kids from us. Blessings to you to. Hugs from Colombia
@Romantic: You sweet soul there you are.... I love it when you are around but you already know that.. thank you for being here sweet lady... thank you for appreciating my words
You are the most charming and funniest of them all. Happy Holidays to you and yours.
@Lunchlady: Thank you--- I just read yours and it was a great hearfelted story.. thank you very much for being here... hugs
@Algis: It is refreshing to know that someone thinks I am charming and funny.. means I am good to be around... as you are... your art is amazing...hugs
@Steven: Thank you for being here.. now Im off to read yours
For some reason most of us can find a bit of joy in the worst of situations. This act alone confirms you as a good and decent person who I am proud to know. Happy Christmas Mauricio.
Oye, guapo! You have a huge soul (sol) y una sonrisa that could light the world to glowing...regalame un pesito pa' navidad...andale, chulo, no seas malito conmigo...; )

felices fiestas, Mauricio Betancourt!
I love this story, Mauricio, Happy New Year!
I love this story, Mauricio, Happy New Year!