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Santa Forgot Us

December 22, 2012

This happened a long time ago, when I was a small boy.  My brother and I shared a bedroom.  The next room, our family room at that time, had a real fireplace.  It was red brick with a wooden mantel.  It was Christmas eve.  We were very excited.  We each had a Christmas stocking made of felt with our name on the fringe.  We hung them on the fireplace mantel, with help from mom and dad.  The stockings would be stuffed full of marvellous things next morning.  We were very excited.  It took us a long time to get to sleep that night.

We woke up very early the next morning, still excited about Christmas day.  Silently, we crept into the next room.  Our stockings were empty!  The two of us began to cry, quietly at first.  Then, we began to wail: “Santa didn’t bring us anything”.  Mom and dad had been at a party.  The were out late.  When father finally appeared, he was still sleepy.  He said: “Go back to bed you bad kids”.  He said: “You are too early”, and finally “Santa hasn’t come yet”.

We were skeptical, but we did as we were told.  I tried to sleep some more.  Maybe I did go back to sleep.  Empty stockings filled my dreams.  When I woke up again, I stayed in bed a long time, not daring to look again.  Finally, my brother and I once again crept silently into the next room.  This time, our stockings were filled to overflowing.  With delight, we found Japanese oranges, hard candy, and little toys.  This time, we began to laugh and shout with glee.  Mom and dad appeared, smiling with pleasure.  They said: “Don’t eat all that candy now”, “Come up and have breakfast”, and “Then we can see what’s under the tree”.  I was a happy carefree little boy once again.

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