THE
VISIT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
I wrote this story in Christmas of 2011
and it is published in a anthology called 'Canadian Imprints' and in my first
book of short stories called, ‘Mystery on Highway 599’. I hope you enjoy
reading the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Many years ago, in a small town far away, there lived a small boy called
Jonathan. For the first six years of his life, he had dreamed that at least on
one Christmas Eve, Santa Claus would come to his home and leave a toy for him
under the tree.
Calling that plastic one-metre-high tree a Christmas tree is akin to
calling a telephone pole a forest. But since he was a fatherless boy and his
mother only had one leg (she lost the other in the same car accident when her
husband was killed) she was a welfare recipient and for this reason, she could
only afford the small tree with some trinkets and it was for the boy’s sake
that she put it up each Christmas.
Two days before Christmas, she and her son went to the city to visit a
friend and while they were there, her friend said that she was going to take
her daughter to visit Santa at a large department store and suggested that
perhaps Jonathan might like to see him also.
As they walked towards the department store, Jonathan’s mother wasn’t
too happy with going there considering the burden she would face if her son
asked Santa for something that was beyond her means to obtain. Nevertheless,
she finally agreed, especially when she saw tears in her son’s eyes when he
thought she would say no.
They arrived at the store ten minutes before it was to close and when
they got to Santa’s Village in the middle of the store, they saw Santa waving
goodbye to the last child who had just talked with him. As he was standing up
and stretching his arms, he saw the two children on the winding path leading to
his chair.
He immediately sat down and said in a loud voice, “HO, HO, HO! And which
of these two beautiful children am I going to see first?”
Jonathan always remembered what his mother told him about ladies first
so he motioned to the young girl to go ahead of him. When she and Santa
concluded their talk together, he waved goodbye to her and then motioned
Jonathan to come to him. Jonathan was very nervous because he had never seen
Santa before and didn’t know what to say to him.
“Sit on my lap and tell me what your name is, my boy”
Jonathan was extremely nervous and excited at the same time. He was
nervous because he was convinced that Santa didn’t bring him toys because Santa
thought he was bad. Despite that, he was also excited because he thought that
maybe Santa would give him another chance. He whispered his name.
Santa asked, “And Jonathan, what would you like for Christmas?” Jonathan
looked Santa right in his eyes and said, “You never brought me anything before
so I don’t expect you to bring me anything this Christmas either.”
The old man looked at the young boy and tears began to form in his eyes.
Then he said with a feigned surprised look on his face, “You mean to tell me
that I have never visited your house at all?”
“Never!” exclaimed the boy. “I guess it’s because I am bad.”
Santa smiled at
the boy and said, “My boy. I could tell right away when I saw you that you are
a good boy. I saw how you let the little girl go ahead of you. That is the act
of a considerate boy and a considerate boy is one who is also a good boy.”
“Then why haven’t you visited my home on Christmas Eve and left me a
toy?”
The old man knew right away why the boy
didn’t get a toy at Christmas time. He could tell from the way that his mother
was dressed that she was in dire financial means and since the boy’s father
wasn’t with them, he assumed that she was probably caring for her son on her
own.
Santa motioned
one of his assistants to approach him and then he whispered, “Ask the boy’s
mother to give you her address.” Then he turned to the boy on his lap and after
stroking his hair, he said, “I will visit you tomorrow night and leave you a
toy. Now you tell me what you would like me to bring you?”
The boy smiled and whispered what he would really like for Christmas.
The old man was startled, “You mean that’s all you want?”
The boy cried out, “Yes, that is all I want. Please….”
Santa interjected, “Then you will get your wish.”
While the boy was leaving the old man in the chair, his mother asked
him, “What did you ask Santa to bring you?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“But you have to tell me, Jonathan.”
Jonathan looked up at his mother and said, “Santa said that I wasn’t to
tell anyone.”
As she led her son out of the store in the company of her friend and her
friend’s daughter, she wondered just why the old man told her son not to tell
anyone what he wanted for Christmas.
Santa meanwhile changed into his street clothes and then walked directly
to the office of the general manager. When he was seated in front of the
manager’s desk, he told the manager what his plan was.
The manager’s eyes lit up and then he said, “It’s a great idea and once
it is done, we will inform the news media. It will be great publicity for our
store.”
“NO!” exclaimed the other man. “We must never tell anyone what we are
doing.”
“Why not?” asked the manager.
“For two reasons. The first reason is the most important one. It would
embarrass the boy’s mother and probably him also. But the second reason is also
important.” The old man paused and then said, “You would have hundreds of
children coming here with the same story and what would we do for them that we
haven’t done for this boy and his mother?”
The manager rose from his chair and reached for the old man’s hand and
as he shook it, he said, “Leave everything to me. I will arrange everything and
it will be at the store’s expense.”
“And…” said the old man before he was interrupted.
“And it will be done very secretly.” replied the manager.
Jonathan and his mother took the bus home the next day and before they
began walking down the street to their left where their home was, she looked at
the setting sun in the distance and then wondered why Jonathan wouldn’t tell
her what he wanted for Christmas. Was it because he didn’t expect anything?
Jonathan’s mother was distraught. For the past six years she has never had
enough money to buy a present for her son. Buying him clothes was the most she
could afford on her meagre income.
The next day was December 24th and the snow fell quite heavily so by the
time it got dark, most people were inside their homes. Jonathan and his mother
were asleep when she received a phone call at nine in the evening. The man on
the phone said that he was from the post office and that a special delivery was
being made at ten that night.
“Who is the delivery for?” she asked
The voice on the other end of the receiver asked, “Do you have someone
there by the name of Jonathan?”
“Yes, I do. He is my six-year-old son.”
“Then,” said the voice firmly, “You better get him up at that time
because he has to sign for it.”
“I am his mother,” exclaimed Jonathan’s mother angrily. “I will sign it
for him.”
The voice paused and then said sadly, “I’m sorry Ma’m but unless the boy
signs for it, the delivery can’t be made.”
“Very well,” replied the boy’s mother, “I will have him at the door when
you ring the buzzer.” With that having been said, she hung up the phone.
When it was fifteen minutes before ten, she woke up her son and when ten
o’clock arrived, so did whoever was making the delivery.
When the sound of the buzzer was heard, Jonathan’s mother motioned to
her son and said, “Someone is making a delivery for you.”
Jonathan jumped up from the chair and exclaimed, “It’s Santa. He kept
his word. He’s coming to visit me.”
“Nonsense!” exclaimed his mother. It’s the postman.”
“No. It’s not. It’s Santa. He said that he would come and visit me.”
The buzzer rang again and before the third ring, Jonathan opened the
door and there before him was the man he recognized from before as Santa Claus.
“Santa!” cried out the little boy with excitement. “You kept your word.”
As the old white bearded man dressed in a red suit and carrying a bag
over his shoulder entered the hallway, he smiled at Jonathan and said,
“Jonathan, my boy. People, who break their promises, impair confidence in those
whom the promise was made but if you keep a promise, you enrich the
relationship you have with the one you have given your word to.”
When the three of them were in the living room, Santa began to open the
bag and brought out various toys. He smiled and said, “These are the toys I
forgot to bring you in previous years.”
Then he said, “Oh, there is something I also forgot.” He left the room
and went out the front door and in seconds, he returned with a large cardboard
box. He looked at Jonathan’s mother and said,
“Your son told me that he wished
that you both had a bigger Christmas tree and I just happened to have one in my
sleigh.”
As he brought it out, he said, “You know, no one has ever let me put up
a Christmas tree. Could I help you put
up this tree?”
“Of course,” replied Jonathan’s mother. And put it up the three of them
did. When it was finally finished, it had coloured flashing lights, silver
bells and golden glass balls hanging from the branches.
Then Santa said with a smile, “You know, Jonathan, good boys are
supposed to be asleep when Santa comes in the middle of the night.”
Jonathan was no
fool. He knew that if he went to bed right away, he would still be on Santa’s
good side so while about to be piggybacked up the stairs by his mother he
asked, “Will I see you next year?”
“Of course my boy but only when you visit Santa’s Village like you did
yesterday.”
“You mean you won’t come to our home again like you did tonight?”
Santa laughed uproariously and then said, HO! HO! my son. I only visit
one home before midnight each year and tonight was the only visit I am making
before midnight this year. Next year, I will make another visit before midnight
to the home of some other child however, I will bring you another toy when you
are asleep.”
Jonathan was pleased as punch, not only for the toys and the tree, but
most importantly, for the visit he received as previously promised to him.
The old man looked at them both
and while putting his finger to his lips, he said,
“Remember, this visit must be a
secret between us.”
Jonathan and his mother nodded
their heads in agreement.
As Santa was opening the door,
Jonathan cried out, “Santa, do you have a present for my mom?”
“Good Lord! I almost forgot. I am
getting so forgetful in my old age.” cried out the old man. “Of course I have a
present for your mom.”
He reached into a pocket and
pulled out a red coloured envelope. He handed it to Jonathan’s mother and
whispered, “I generally only bring presents to children but it gives me great
pleasure to hand you this one.”
Then with a quick turn, he opened
the door and quickly closed it behind him. Jonathan’s mother opened the red
envelope and stared at the letter. It was written by the manager of the
department store they had visited in the large city. What was in it was brief.
It said; “Please visit my office between December 27th and the 30th as I wish
to offer you a position in our store, one I feel that you can handle well.
While you are living in our city, I will see that you and your son have a nice
house to live in.”
She ran to the door but before she
opened it, she heard the old man outside yell,
“On, Cupid! On Donner and Blitzen!
Away!”
She opened the door and both she
and Jonathan looked outside in every direction.
Not only was there no sign of the
old man in the red suit, but strangely enough, there wasn’t any sign of
footsteps on the snow-covered sidewalk leading to the street or any signs that
there had ever been a vehicle on the street that night that had just been
driven away.
Jonathan was
confused. He knew that Santa Claus had been in their house otherwise how else
could the tree and the presents been brought into the house? But if he was
there and it wasn’t all a dream, then how did he disappear so quickly? He
didn’t come into the house through the chimney so his sleigh couldn’t have been
on the roof.
The boy turned and faced his
mother and asked, “Was he really here? Is Santa Claus for real or did I just
imagine that he was here and he really doesn’t exist?” His mother thought for a
moment while she stared at the snow flakes falling to the ground as they reflected
the various colours of their Christmas tree lights shining through the window
and then said,
“Jonathan. Santa Claus represents
the hopes and dreams of everyone who believes that no matter how bad things may
be, life can always be better for all of us.
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