I had started to lose faith in that jolly guy who wears the red suit and goes by the name Santa Claus. I had heard claims of him riding around the earth in a gravity defying sleigh; with a shiny nosed reindeer leading the way, but I’d never seen any proof of him for myself.
I’d heard nothing but good things about him. I knew that he was happily married to Mrs. Claus and they had a huge house at the North Pole. No one had ever mentioned the size of their house, but it must be big because they live with hundreds of elves who make toys all year…right? Well, I knew for sure that Santa was keeping tabs on all of us kids, and I knew that he reviewed his list at least twice.
He seemed to be a nice guy, I just couldn’t figure out why he never delivered the presents that I asked for. There had to be a logical reason, maybe the elves couldn’t find the blueprint, or they didn’t have all of the supplies to make the toys that I wanted. Maybe he worked on a first come, first served basis. I wasn’t exactly sure why he wasn’t stopping by our house but I was sure that he had a good reason.
One year I decided that I needed answers to my little mystery so I enlisted the help of an adult. I knew the adults had Santa’s home phone number because they would call him when one of us kids started acting up. I asked my Auntie if she could call Santa and ask him about my gifts. It was a well thought out request. I figured since he had a whistle-blowers hot line that he had to have a package tracking hot line too.
She agreed to call but not before I wrote her a list of the toys that he never delivered. Let me see…he didn’t drop off my new Get Along Gang book bag, the Snoopy video game, didn’t get any Play-Doh, and I haven’t gotten the Smurf Lego’s yet. My cousin didn’t get the red convertible that he asked for, the Hot Wheels, or the Transformers. (Since I knew my Auntie would get to the bottom of this I thought it was a good idea to ask Santa to check on my cousin’s missing toys too).
For some reason my Auntie had a hard time getting in touch with Santa. She called everyday for two months straight but got nothing but a busy signal. I’m glad she was persistent because it paid off. One morning, right after my cousin and I had left for school she called the hot line and Santa answered.
He was happy to hear from her, we were actually on his list of families to call before his next Christmas flight. He wanted to tell me and my cousin that he and the elves really appreciated our patience. He apologized for the delay and explained that the elves had been extra busy making toys and clothes for all of the less fortunate kids. The elves had been staying awake all night for years at a time making toys non-stop. Fortunately, the elves had just finished up and were now working on our toys. He promised that all of our gifts would be delivered this year.
Santa and his elves appreciated our patience so much that he told my Auntie that our house would be his very first stop this Christmas Eve. My cousin and I were so excited about the news. We told anyone who would listen, even the people who didn’t look the least bit interested.
It felt like we waited forever but Christmas Eve finally came. My cousin and I were fast asleep by 7:30 that night. We didn’t want to cause any more Christmas delivery delays. We were going to be Santa’s first stop, and according to my Mom, Santa will only come to the house when all kids are asleep.
We both woke up at the crack of dawn on that Christmas morning. Since I am the oldest I led the way down the hall and into the living room to see if Santa had stopped by yet.
Whoa! We couldn’t believe our eyes, there were so many presents under the tree and all of them had our names on them. The red convertible car was parked right in our living room, it was parked beside the Snoopy game; which was sitting beside the book bag – the Get Along Gang book bag, he brought it to me!
Happy! Happy! Joy! Joy! That was the best Christmas ever; we got everything that we asked for. We got gifts that we had asked for years ago. It was such a great Christmas; we even got gifts that we didn’t ask for.
I turned into a believer that year, the stories that I’d hear about Santa were true, and I had proof. Santa Clause does exist; he takes care of the less fortunate kids first, and then he takes care of the patient kids who have been nice.
My Christmas wishes from that year forward were wishes for all of the less fortunate kids. Santa and the Elves didn’t need to spend any more time making toys for me. Other kids out there deserve to have him stop at their house first. So, here’s to a fabulous Christmas…tell Santa that I said hello.