I saw 'em

2 weeks ago. I was standing up the Old Ruins Chimney, dressed up as santa and sweating myself out in the heavy outfit. The view was beautiful. Below the kids were having their party, unaware of me on top. the program was late. The kids over excited and the staff over worked!
I still had 10 min to kill and was looking around, takin in the view. That's when I saw them. 5 little kids peeping in from over the high walls, dressed in rags and envious of all the goodies being served to the kids on my side of the wall.

I wondered where they came from and quickly saw the squatters houses behind the walls, hidden into the trees. Sheeted iron from oil drums, sticks and nails ingeneously patched up to give shelter temporarily - a very long temporary it seemed.

My eyes caught one of the smallest of them. He looked at me and got a shock: Santa on the roof! The others saw him and folled his gaze and got into their own shock! I could see one of them gulp. I waved. they waved.

One of the security guys saw me wave and wondered who I was waving for. He saw them. Rushed to them and shooed them off. They did not pay to see santa. He looked at me and I could read his mind: Do what you are paid for and do it for those who paid you!

The little one looked at me. How could santa come down only for those behind the wall. Why did they never see santa? Why were the gifts always to someone else?