THE VISIT BEFORE
CHRISTMAS
by Dahn Batchelor
This story was
published in my first book of short stories
Many people are not always happy during the Christmas
season because they are living alone and loneliness is a terrible scourge on
the soul of a human being. But many
years ago, in a small town far away, there lived a small boy called Jonathan. He
was unhappy for a different reason. 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 a car accident) 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. Jonathan’s mother wasn’t too happy with
that suggestion 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 lined up to see 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 were finished, he waved goodbye to her and
then motioned Jonathan to come 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 he 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?”
The boy
thought for a moment and then Santa said is a soft voice, “Surely there must be
something that that you want me to bring you this 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 not finantualy well
off 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 to tell no one.
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 him 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!”
examined the old 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.
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’s
mother received a phone call at eight 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.
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 by to bring them their toys and I think we have kept
you up long enough, don’t you think so?”
Jonathan
was no fool, he knew that if he went to bed right away, he would still be on
Santa’s good side so he turned to go to his room and then 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 a home once
before midnight and tonight was the only visit I am making before midnight this
year, Next year, I will make a 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 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 here
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 there had ever been a vehicle on the street that
night. Jonathan tugged at his mother’s hand and as she turned to him, he asked,
“Is Santa Claus for real?
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 though the window and then replied, “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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