To spread some holiday cheer, I will be writing a new story every week that shows what Christmas is all about. So go grab a nice cozy blanket and a cup of hot cocoa and read on to get into the holiday spirit.
The Truth About Santa
Marie came home from school one day feeling sad and confused. "Santa Claus isn't real you know," said Timmy, the little boy in her third grade class. "He's just some made-up story our parents thought of to make Christmas special."
"No he's not! He's real and visits all of us on Christmas!" Marie told Timmy.
"Yeah well go into your parents' closet and check if your gifts are there!"
Marie checked in her mom's closet and all she found were a dozen pairs of shoes her mom barely wore and an expensive fur coat her grandma gave her. In her dad's closet, there were a pair of boots and graphic shirts.
Told you so Timmy. Marie said to herself.
Marie lifted up one of the shirts that were on the floor and found a shopping bag. In the bag, there was a Barbie doll.
Marie ran to her room, crying loudly on the way there.
Santa isn't real. Timmy was right, my Christmas is ruined.
Suddenly the door to her room swings open.
"Marie! If you keep walking into my room taking my games and deleting what I saved on them, I'm locking my room and you won't - wait, what's wrong?" Alexander says, Marie's brother.
"Some kid in my class told me that Santa wasn't real. So I went to mom and dad's closet and found a Barbie doll. So that means he was right."
"Which little boy told you that!"
"Timmy, the one that lives across the street."
"I'll take care of that. And don't worry about the Barbie doll, you know mom and dad always donate toys to the hospital during the holidays. It's most likely a toy they plan to donate."
Alexander quickly left the house and walked across the street. He knocked on Timmy's front door.
"Hi Mrs. Matthews," he says to Timmy's mom. "I just wanted to talk to you about Timmy. He said something to my little sister that bothered her."
"Oh great, what did Timmy do now? He's always getting himself into trouble."
"He told my sister that Santa wasn't real."
"That is unacceptable. Don't worry Alexander, I will take care of that."
The next morning, Timmy walked towards Marie.
"I'm sorry I said Santa wasn't real. I lied because I wanted to look cool in class and because I can't help but get myself into trouble." Timmy tells Marie. "Here, its a handwritten note from Santa who told me I was going to be on the naughty list if I kept telling lies."
Marie read the letter. At the bottom, there was Santa's signature. The envelope smelled like cinnamon, most likely because of the cookies Mrs. Claus bakes.
"It's okay Timmy, I forgive you. Let's work on getting you on the nice list!"
