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"The Mystery of Mr. Craze Dama" is a beautiful story weaved taking different emotions in hands like care, love, friendship, and childish memories. This story creates a magical atmosphere around you, can take you back to your childhood, and can make you feel the beautiful bonds it contains.

This is a mysterious story and can make you even cry. The best part is you have to read it line by line to completely fell into the world of imagination. 

"The Mystery of Mr. Craze Dama" is a story worthy of reading. It contains a beautiful tale of the beautiful bond. The story is completely a bunch of love and is all about the small, cute journey of a family. You will get a bunch of emotions and memories, lots of joys and smiles with a beautiful message. 

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Story: "The Mystery Of Mr. Craze Dama"

It was the time of winters, the occasion of Christmas, Mr. Craze Dama was enjoying hot coffee with his family, wife, and his son of five years old, Jim.  Jim was sitting in Mr. Dama's lap.

“Dad does Santa exist?”, asked small Jim. Mr. Craze Dama replied, “Yes boy, it's true, Santa exists truly.” Her mother sitting near them replied, “Why making a fool to your small child?” He said jokingly, “I am not making him fool, I only just telling him that Santa exists in reality.” “But dad I never met him and he never gifted me anything, while  I always decorate the X-mas tree. Why?”, asked Jim in his sweet broken language.

“Have you ever asked him for anything?”, he asked. Jim replied, “No.” “That’s why my boy, that’s why. If you want something then write a letter to Santa about the gift and drop it in that big sock hanging on the side of your bed. After Christmas, he will deliver your gift to you”, said Mr. Dama smiling at him. 

Her mother said funnily, “Oh my god, you and your tales, why befooling him?" Suddenly the doorbell rang. His wife opened the door and found Mr. David in front of her.  When Jim looked at him, he ran to him and said, “Hello uncle David, how are you?” Mr. David answered, “I am Fine my boy. How are you?” “I am also good, uncle”, Jim answered. 

Mr. David was the neighborhood friend of Mr. Craze Dama, he was very fat and also have a big white beard, just like a Santa. Jim sometimes used to call him "SANTA". Mr. David went to Mr. Craze Dama and sat on the chair near him. Jim said silently to Mr. Dama in his ears, “Dad I am going to write a letter to Santa” and he went to his room. 

Jim started writing a letter for Santa, but he was finding it difficult to write so he thought to take help from his dad. He ran and was just going to enter the room when he heard, “Are you sure,  you will dress as Santa and will gift children.” “Yes, Craze! I thought but this time I want them to write a letter for me”, replied Mr. David. Mr. Craze Dama smiled at him and said, “Yes, this is a good idea.”

On hearing this, Jim thought that Mr. David was the same person who is Santa. He thought that uncle David was saying to write a letter, that's why his dad told him to write the letter. He immediately went back to his room and decided to write the letter on his own without taking any help from his dad otherwise Santa will not give him any gift.

The next day, in the morning, when he woke up, he immediately rushed to Mr. Dama and said, “Merry Christmas Dad" and Dama replied, "Merry Christmas, my son!" Jim said, "Dad, do you know? I have written a letter to Santa and ask him for bringing a big box of chocolates for me.” “Really”, Mr. Dama replied with a big smile, “That's my boy.” “Dad, if he will gift me, I will give you one", said Jim. "Yes, yes”, and Mr. Dama lifted him in his arms and move forward to the dining table for breakfast. Jim said to him, “Dad don’t tell mom, she will make fun of mine. It’s a secret. Promise?” and Mr. Dama said, “I promise.”

After Christmas, the next morning, when Jim woke up,  he found a big box near his pillow. He jumped and immediately opened it. He was full of joy and he began to dance saying, “Santa exists, yeah. I know, dad was right.” "Uncle David is the Santa", he silently said to himself. He immediately rushed to Mr. Craze Dama who was sleeping at that time. He climbed on him and said, “Dad, dad see, see I got my gift. Dad listen, dad, you were right. Santa exists in reality.”

Mr. Dama woke up and said, “See, I was right.” And then Jim hugged him very tightly. Then Mr. Dama said, “Go, go show it to your mom, she was making fun of you.” He kissed him and replied, “Yes dad, thank you”, and ran into the kitchen to his mother. The small Jim reached to his mother and said, “Mom, mom, see this is the gift is given by Santa. You were saying he doesn’t exist but look he does. He gifted me this chocolate box.” 

Looking at his happiness, she smiled and said, “Oh no, I proved wrong. Now Jim will not share this with me”, said in a playing manner. “No, you said Santa doesn’t exist, that’s why”, said Jim in an innocent manner. “Sorry, Jim! I also want to eat chocolate, please share one with me”, she said. Jim smiles and said, “Ok but when I will open it, mom.” She replied, “Ok” and waved her hand over his head.

From then, every year Jim used to write a letter to Santa, and the wish was fulfilled for whatever he asked for. Jim always understood that Mr. David was the Santa who fulfilled his all wishes. All was going on good but the time passed away very soon. Jim grew up and the continuation of asking for gifts was ended.

Things changed, Jim got married to a nice lady and now they had a small boy named John. Jim left his house due to his job in another city leaving his parents alone. Mr. Dama always used to miss his son's childhood tales. His wife used to watch him but never use to say a word.

Mr. Craze Dama use to visit his son's house in the city every Christmas with his wife. He had a great bonding with his grandchild John like once he had with his son. He used to play with him always as the best friends do.

 Once Mr. Dama visited Jim's house on Christmas. This year his wife didn't come with him as she was ill. It was John’s fourth Christmas, Jim used to arrange a small party on Christmas every year. Mr. David was also invited to the party. Jim met him after a very long period. Mr. David used to remind him of his past when he used to call him "Santa" and how he used to give him gifts every Christmas. He wanted to talk to him and want to know whether he was really his Santa and also want to say a humble thanks, he was the hero of Jim's childhood. He tried many times to talk to him but he got no chance and Mr. David went back.

After the party was over, Mr. Craze Dama was sitting in his room. It was a long time passed away when he talked to his son the way some years before, he was missing him. So he got up and moved towards Jim's room. 

Jim was in his study room doing some work, Mr. Dama thought to offer him a hot coffee. He went into the kitchen and asked his daughter-in-law to let him make a cup of coffee. She offered to make it for him but he said that he wanted to make it by himself for his son. She smiled and said, “Ok dad. If you need any help, please tell me.” 

Then he made coffee and move towards his son, when he was just going to enter the room, he heard, “There is too much expenditure over mom and dad. I am sick of this, I wish they could manage by themselves. How will I manage all these expenses? I am unable to understand.” On hearing this, Mr. Craze Dama's smile fades away. He stepped back and returned to his room and kept the coffee on the table.

The next day, Mr. Craze Dama left the house early morning with a letter behind, “Dear son, I am sorry for being leaving the home without telling you but your mom needs me. You need not worry about us and our expenses just take care of you and your family. Your dad.” and after that he never Jim's house again.

Next year, as usual, Jim gave a party on Christmas again but this time Mr. Craze Dama didn’t come but there was no impact on Jim. Party was going on well, then there reached a big, fat man dressed as Santa. He began to dance and distributed gifts to children. Jim thought it was Mr. David. When John asked for his gift, he replied, "You will soon find it" and then after some time he left the house. Jim again missed the chance. 

John was angry as Santa did not gift him anything. After the party was over he went to his room and when he removed his blanket he found a big gift box with a slip written: “From Santa.” John jumped with joy, he opened the box and found a big chocolate box in it with a letter. He didn't open the letter and kept it in his drawer, and ran downside to his dad, and said, “Dad, see Santa gifted me a chocolate box.”

On seeing that, Jim smiled and recalled the time when he got chocolate the first time when he was five. He said to his son, “You know son, I also get a chocolate box first time by Santa when I was of your age.” John smiled and said, “Dad, Santa gifted you also.” “Yes”, Jim replied. “Dad have you ever met him?”, asked John. “Yes", replied Jim with nodding his head. “When, dad? When? Please tell me”, John jumped with joy. Jim said, “Come with me.”

He took him to the drawing-room, sat down on a chair, and carried Jim in his lap. He said, “I still remember son, when I was of your age, I first time questioned my dad: does Santa exist? And he answered that 'Yes, he exists'. I thought he was joking but then he ensured me and he was right. Dad told me to write a letter to Santa about whatever I want from him and then the first time I wrote for a chocolate box.” 

“But Dad, I did not write any letter, then why he gifted me?”, questioned John. “Maybe Santa guessed what you want. Do you don't like chocolate?”, asked Jim. “No Dad, I love it. But you did not tell me how you met him”, John enquired. 

Jim laughed and replied, “Yes, listen. Every year I used to write a letter to Santa and he used to gift me whatever I wrote. I many a time thought to meet him, many times I stayed awake till he come in Christmas nights, but generally I used to sleep. But once I was too serious about meeting him in any way. I awake for a long time, sometimes reading books and sometimes watching out in the streets, and after some time I again fell asleep and when I suddenly wake up, I found that a gift was kept near me and a big, fat, white beard man is going towards the window. I immediately recognized him. I jumped from my bed and ran to him saying 'Santa' and hugged him tightly. He said, 'Hello little boy' (in a heavy voice like Santa). I was too happy because I was hugging a dream hero. I requested him to stay so that I can introduce him to my family, but he said no and then carried me in his lap and said 'You should sleep, it is too late.' and then he sang a sweet lullaby and I slept off.” 

And then he stood up carrying John in his arms, walked towards his room. “What happened next?”, asked John sleepily and he answered, “And I fall asleep. When I woke up I found myself in the bed holding my Christmas gift in my arms." And then he laid John on his bed and covered him with a blanket, gave a gentle touch over his head, and said softly to himself, “Thanks uncle David” and he left the room.

In this way, John also started receiving gifts every year. Four years passed away. And this year he didn't get any gifts. John was sad and angry. He asked Jim why Santa didn't come this year. He told John that maybe he would be very busy, so he forgot to visit his house. But that created a doubt in him too that what happened.

Once Jim was searching for some important documents of his. He searched the all-important rooms where there were chances but he was unable to find them. He thought to check John's room too. While searching, he opened the drawer of John where he found those letters that John received with the gifts each year. He took them out and read them. He came to know that they were the same letters written by him in his childhood. He was now sure that it was truly nobody else but Mr. David who was Santa.

After a few days, Jim visited his old city because of some work. While returning in the morning, the path he came had two turns, one towards his city and the other to his old town. He stopped there and looked at the letters he got from John’s room. He thought to see David and to met his parents too as it was a very long time since he met them. So he turned his car towards his town. He reached to his old streets. Mr. David's house was just a few steps before his own.

He went to Mr. David’s house where he found that Mr. David was dead three years ago and was not what he thought him to be. He had lots of questions as if he was not the person he was supposed to be, then who is he whom he always used to consider the Santa and why he showed this affectionate love to his family. He was disturbed and was unable to understand the matter. He now wanted to know the answers to his questions. He came out and moved towards his house.

When he entered the gate, he found his mom sitting on the chair in the garden enjoying the sun with a cup of tea and had the family album in her hands. He went to her. As she saw him, she said with pleasure on her face, “Jim.” And then Jim hugged her and asked, “How are you, mom?” His mother replied, “You didn’t remember us in these four years and now asking me how I am? Why? What happen?” “I am sorry, mom. I was busy. I am sorry”, he said feeling his fault.

“What’s the reason to come today?”, she asked. “No mom, nothing, just my heart wished. Please mom forgive me", he said holding her hand tightly. "It's ok. You are looking worried, is something happen?", asked his mother. He said, "Mom, I am having a lot of questions. Do you remember mom, in my childhood I always received a gift from Santa? You know what, I thought he was Uncle David. But when today I visited his house and found that I was wrong. Mamma, I am feeling guilty for me, because the credit I gave to him was of someone else. Now, I want to know who that person was? Do you know something?" “What you talking about, I am unable to understand?”, she questioned. 

“You remember mom, the day I asked dad about Santa's existence and he said yes he is. The same day Uncle David came to our house. I heard them talking about his plan of dressing as Santa and distributing gifts to children. I thought he was the Santa whom dad told me about. And from that time till today I thought him the same one, but I was wrong he was not. I always thought that he was Santa but their family told me that he used to do this for their family celebrations many years before. It was just my misconception.", he said to her. "Sometimes this happens, it is a very small thing. You don't need to worry about such things.", said his mother. Then suddenly he raised his head and asked, "By the way, mom, where is dad?” Her mom answered disappointedly, “Yes your dad, he is not well nowadays. So, he is out to someplace for a walk.” “Dad is ill. Why you didn’t tell me?”, he questioned.

“In these four years, you never contacted us or visited us, how could then we disturb you, tell me?”, and her eyes filled up with tears. Jim looked at her, he was unable to face her. He said with his head down, “I made a big mistake. Please, forgive me, mom.” Her mother said, “I did son, I am your mother and I am happy that you came." Then she wiped her tears and asked, "It's too cold. Tell me, do you want coffee? I just bring it for you” and then she stood up and went inside to take coffee for Jim.

Jim was sitting silently suddenly looked at the album. He picked it in his hands and began to look at the small, cute moments of his life with his family, and then some photos fell on the ground. He picked them up and looked at them until then her mother also came with coffee. He looked at the pictures and then to her mother and asked, “Mom, is it true? Tell me.” Her mother spoke with a broken language, “Listen to me…”. He again said, “No mom, where is dad?” with a sad and heavy voice. 

She replied, “Jim you remember the place where your dad used to take you on every good occasion. He never told me but I know he always visits the same place. Go, he is waiting for you.” Jim's eyes were badly filled with tears. He asked, “And mom why he didn’t visit me.” She said, “He only wanted to talk to you but never expected that his son was overloaded with the expenses of his parents.”

On listening to this, Jim was unable to stop himself. He rushed immediately towards the place. He reached to the church and found his dad sitting on the wooden bench outside, gazing at the tree silently. Jim looked at him, he blamed himself. He ran to him and said, “Thank you dad” and hugged him and began to cry. Mr. Craze Dama was shocked on seeing his son crying, he was unable to understand what was going on. He asked, “What happened, Jim?” 

“Dad, I never came to know that I hurt you so badly. I am sorry for all my foolish mistakes. I always gave the credit to Mr. David which was yours. I loved him for what he never did. I am guilty of whatever I have done but today I thank god for giving me the biggest gift of my life, you were always right, Santa does exist as he gifted me you, dad. I love you so much”, he was looking at him, he continued, “you remember dad, once I told you that I met Santa and hugged him. Dad that time I thought that the person was uncle David. Dad, once again I  want to hug my 'Santa' this time more tightly than I ever did. Will you please forgive me dad or Santa?"

Mr. Craze Dama was shocked, he asked, “Son, I missed you a lot, but what are you talking about?” Jim showed him photos in which Mr. Craze Dama was dressing like Santa and in one he was putting a gift near him. The photos were taken by his wife secretly because she wanted to always recall the best moments of her life by always remembering the beautiful love bond of her son with his father. Mr. Craze Dama's eyes had tears. He was staring at Jim like he was a 5-year-old child again. He opened his arms and said, “Come to your Santa.” Jim hugged him and thus the real Santa of Jim's life was revealed.

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