A Young Boy's Christmas Dream

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This story tells of a young boy who is undecided about whether or not he believes Santa Claus really exists. When he sees Santa Christmas Eve night, he doesn't forget his experience with him, and believes in him for the rest of his life.

Submitted: February 10, 2015

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~~It was Christmas Eve as Johnny played with the model train under his family’s Christmas tree, and their grandfather clock slowly chimed 9:00 p.m.  He loved running the train around the tree as he blew it’s horn, and pretended to drop off and pick up passengers from the model station.  His cat passively joined into the excitement as she slept in the midst of the miniature lit up village that his dad had also set up under the tree.
 His mom walked into the room as the clock stopped chiming.  “Okay Johnny,” she said as she unplugged the tree “It’s time for you to be getting to bed.”
“Oh Mom!” Johnny pleaded “Can’t I stay up just a little longer?”
“Santa won’t come until you are asleep!” his mom said; guessing what Johnny was sure to be thinking “Plus it is already past your bed time.  You will get to run your train some more tomorrow; you could show it to your cousins and Uncle Tom when they come!”
“I guess.” Johnny said in a let-down tone as he turned the train off and got up.
“Okay, put your pajamas on, brush your teeth, and get into bed, and I’ll be up there soon to tuck you in!” his mother said as she walked out of the room.
So Johnny walked up to his room, and changed into his favorite spaceship pajamas.  He walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth. 
A few minutes later he was in his bed when his mother came into his room.  When she came up to the bed, Johnny decided to ask her a question that had been bugging him.  “Mom,” he asked in a confused tone “does Santa really exist?”  His mom looked a bit surprised that her son was asking this.
“What kind of question is that?!” she asked as if he had just asked a stupid question “Of course Santa is real!  Why wouldn’t he be?”  Then kissing him on the forehead she said “Now go to sleep, or he isn’t going to come!”  She got up, turned the light off, and walked out of the room.
 Johnny sighed and looked out his window where he could see the moon partially obstructed by cloud cover.  He wanted to believe his mother’s words, but didn’t know how.  Being eleven years old, he was at the age where he still sort of believed in Santa, but he was perplexed.  He didn’t know how one guy could deliver presents to all of the good boys and girls of the world in one night, or how when he arrived at their house, he could scoot his fat self-down their narrow chimney, without burning his britches.  Even better was how he could get himself back up the chimney.  Johnny kept these thoughts in his mind as he soon fell asleep.
 A few hours later, Johnny woke up to the sound of somebody walking on the roof.  He quickly got out of his bed and looked out the window to see if he could see who it was.  All he saw was snow on the roof, and once again it was snowing.  A minute later he heard the sound of faint movement coming from below.  “Could this actually be Santa?!” he thought.  His desire to know soon overtook him.  He slowly crept out of his room, passed his parent’s and sister’s bedrooms, and to the steps leading downstairs.  He slowly crept down to where he could see over the banister, and gingerly looked down.  He saw a man, wearing a red Santa suit, with a wide back leather belt around his waist, and a Santa cap on his head of white hair.  He was carefully putting presents under the tree! Johnny blinked his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things, but the scene was still there.
 Johnny didn’t know what drove him to walk gingerly down the rest of the steps, and behind Santa.  As he slowly crept up, Santa softly heard him and turned slowly around.  When Santa turned fully around, and looked right at him, Johnny jumped. 
“Well hello, young lad!” Santa said in a soft, but jolly tone.  Johnny hoped that his parents were sound asleep, and couldn’t hear this from up in their room.  “What would a young boy like you be doing up at this time of night?”  Santa asked, scratching his beard
Johnny was really nervous, and didn’t know what exactly to say at first.  “I-I heard a sound com-coming from dow-down here, s-s-ir,” he slowly stammered “and I wanted to know wh-what it was.”
 “Oh the curiousness of a young lad never ceases to amaze me!” Santa chuckled. “What is your name?” he now asked. “Is it Johnny?”
Johnny wondered how Santa guessed his name, it wasn’t like he had a name tag on his chest.  “Yes, yes it is.” Johnny said, still wondering how Santa knew his name.  Santa then stood up, left his sack on the ground, and walked over to the small table where Johnny had placed the cookies and milk several hours earlier.  He picked up one of the gingerbread men, took a bite out of it, and then smiled.
“Did you make this cookie?” he asked as he took another bite.
“No, my mother di-did.” Johnny stuttered
“Well, your mom is a fine baker!” Santa said as he took a sip of milk from the glass “These are some of the best cookies I have ever had!”
“Than-thank you.” Johnny said as if he had made them “I will tell her you said that.”
After about two minutes Santa finished the cookies and milk, and got ready to leave.  “Okay Johnny,” he said as he bent over, picked up his sack, and slung it over his shoulder “You are going to need to go back to sleep.  Your parents wouldn’t really want you up at this time of night.”
“I know,” Johnny said, “but I have a question before you go.”
“Okay, what is it?” Santa asked, looking down at Johnny
“I am not sure what to believe.  My mom says you exist.  At the same time I have to question how a man like you could deliver presents to all of the children of the world in one night.  So, I guess what I’m trying to ask is…” Johnny continued “Do you really exist, and are you really here, or is this just a dream?”
“That is a serious question for a young lad like you, Johnny.” Santa said, slightly offending Johnny “But it is one that I’m afraid I cannot answer.  You have to answer it yourself.  The answer lies within your heart, you just have to dig it out.  If your heart says that this is real, then I will be as real as tomorrow being Christmas.  But if your heart says that this is just a dream, then I am not real.  So decide what your heart feels, and that, and only that will be the truth.”  Santa then approached the fire place as he got ready to depart.  “Okay Johnny,” Santa said “I’m going to leave you now. I have many more houses to visit before my night is over.  So I wish you a very merry Christmas; and may all of your dreams come true!”
 Johnny didn’t know exactly what to say as he had mixed emotions. He still wasn’t exactly sure if this was real, or if it was all just part of a wonderful dream.  All he could manage to say was, “Thank you!”
With a smile, Santa said “You’re welcome, Johnny. Merry Christmas to you!” He disappeared up the chimney.  Johnny then silently ran back up to his room in order to see Santa one last time.  Looking out the window he heard the crack of a whip and Santa’s deep, jolly voice persuading his reindeer. “Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet! On Cupid! On Donder and Blitzen!  Dash away, dash away all!  Merry Christmas everyone, big ‘n small!”  Then behold, Johnny saw the eight reindeer slowly, but gracefully pulling the sleigh upward into the night air.  Santa cracked the whip again as the sleigh continued flying upward.  With a cheerful voice Johnny heard him yell; “Ho-ho-ho, Merry Christmas!” Johnny blinked and the sleigh and its reindeer had disappeared into the night sky.  He yawned a big yawn, and got back into his warm bed.  Within a few minutes he was sound asleep.

 Johnny awoke the next morning to the sound of his alarm clock.  He slapped the button on top of the clock, and the alarm turned off.  Then he remembered what day it was.  It was Christmas!  He looked out his window and saw that it was once again snowing and the land was as perfect as a snow globe.  He smiled, got out of his bed, and proceeded to make it up.  Then he ran downstairs to where everyone else was sitting on the couch, waiting for him.  “Well good morning, sleepy head!” his mother said, smiling “Merry Christmas!” 
“Thank you,” Johnny said as he sat down on the couch next to his sister “and the same to you all!”  Johnny looked at the tree which now had a big pile of wrapped presents under it- obstructing his view of the train and miniature town that he had been playing with the night before.
“Now that everyone is here,” Johnny’s father said as he was getting up “shall we open up all of these presents?”
“I believe we shall!” his mother said, also getting up and walking over to the tree, then picking up a small present.  “This one is for Kate, from Santa!” She threw the present to Johnny’s sister, who caught it.  His mother picked up another present saying, “This one is for Johnny; it’s from Santa.  Catch!”  She threw it to Johnny, and he caught it.  In this way the Miller family began their Christmas morning.

 A while later all of the presents were unwrapped, and Johnny and Kate were playing with their new gifts, Johnny with his erecter set, Kate with her doll house.  Their parents sat on the couch watching them when their father said, “Is it just me, or do I see one last present behind the tree?  Do one of you want to check?”  Kate looked up from her doll house, then crawled on the carpet under the tree, and grabbed the small present.
“It says ‘to Johnny, from Santa,’” she said, handing Johnny the present that had a card and red bow attached to the top.  It was light, so he shook it, but didn’t hear anything.He removed the bow and card from the top, and unwrapped the box.  He then took the lid off, and took out the red tissue paper.  Inside was a small ornament that depicted Santa in his sleigh, being pulled by the eight reindeer.  This hung from two small chains and a golden scroll that had the words, “MERRY CHRISTMAS” engraved on it.  He took it out of the box to show to his parents.
“Aww, that’s nice!” Johnny’s mother said. “It will be a nice addition to the tree!”  So Johnny hung it on a branch where it was visible.
 “Now, what does the card say?” his father asked.  Johnny opened the envelope and pulled out the card that had a picture of Santa, his sleigh, and eight reindeer flying in front of a yellow full moon.  He opened the card, and found a letter written in neat hand writing.  He silently read it.
“Dear Johnny,
 Merry Christmas to you and your family!  I hope this Christmas will be a special one, and that you will always cherish the memories of it in your heart.

 As I go around the world each year to all of the homes of the children like you, I get a little bored doing the same thing over and over again. There is nobody around to keep me company as I put presents under the trees for all the good boys and girls.  So, I know that I will always remember you, and how you came down to see what was going on.

 I give you this special ornament in the hope that you will always remember our chance meeting.  It was specially crafted by my elves, and hung on the North Pole Christmas tree for many years.  I now pass it on to you so you can have it, and when you have children, you can give it to them, so they too can have the truth.

 I need to go- my sleigh awaits me!  Remember that what your heart believes is the truth, is so.  Merry Christmas, stay safe this year!
Sincerely,
Santa Claus
P.S.  Tell your mom to keep that cookie recipe and make them again next year; they were wonderful! ;)” 
 “Well, what does it say?!”  Kate asked.
 “Mom,” Johnny said smiling “You need to make those cookies again next year; Santa loved them!”
From that day on, Johnny never once doubted the existence of Santa Claus.


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