VOL. V, NO. 6
DECEMBER 13, 1963
For Those Who Disbelieve,
Get Ready for A Surprise
Get Ready for A Surprise
By Al Pier '65
It was Christmas Eve and snowing steadily. Six-year-old Timmy Behrins sat quietly in his pajamas staring out of the large, frosted picture window at the cold blanket of white that covered the front yard. He was contemplating with himself upon a subject which was very serious to him.
"Now," he said to himself, "Mommy says there is a Santa Claus, but Bobby Johnson says that his mommy says there is no such person. I know Bobby's mommy is very smart because she told us that there were no such things as goblins and spooks on Halloween; and how I know there aren't. And besides, what about those packages Mommy and Daddy are hiding in the closet? Oh well, I'll see who's right tomorrow." Timmy toddled off upstairs to bed.
That night Timmy was suddenly awakened by a loud clattering noise which came from the roof. Then there came a shuffling and crumbling and then a crunch. It came from the living room. Timmy quietly got out of bed and cautiously sneaked over to the doorway of his bedroom, crawled slowly to the top of the stairs, and peeked down into the living room.
It was Christmas Eve and snowing steadily. Six-year-old Timmy Behrins sat quietly in his pajamas staring out of the large, frosted picture window at the cold blanket of white that covered the front yard. He was contemplating with himself upon a subject which was very serious to him.
"Now," he said to himself, "Mommy says there is a Santa Claus, but Bobby Johnson says that his mommy says there is no such person. I know Bobby's mommy is very smart because she told us that there were no such things as goblins and spooks on Halloween; and how I know there aren't. And besides, what about those packages Mommy and Daddy are hiding in the closet? Oh well, I'll see who's right tomorrow." Timmy toddled off upstairs to bed.
That night Timmy was suddenly awakened by a loud clattering noise which came from the roof. Then there came a shuffling and crumbling and then a crunch. It came from the living room. Timmy quietly got out of bed and cautiously sneaked over to the doorway of his bedroom, crawled slowly to the top of the stairs, and peeked down into the living room.
Working quickly but quietly was a short, round man dressed in all red except for his shining black belt and boots. His suit was lined with pure white fur and a flowing white beard jutted from his round, rosy face. He was removing beautifully wrapped gifts from a large leather bag. Then, as suddenly as the curious little man had come, he was gone.
Timmy stood stunned for a moment at the top of the stairs. He shook his head unbelievingly, and ran back to his bedroom to sleep again.
The next morning Timmy joined his parents in the living room. He couldn't forget the dream he'd had the night before. "Boy, Mommy and Daddy," he started, "did I ever have a crazy dr-." He stopped suddenly and looked at his parents who were staring amazedly at the floor; Timmy looked too. Leading from the fireplace to the Christmas tree was a trail of sooty footsteps.
Timmy stood stunned for a moment at the top of the stairs. He shook his head unbelievingly, and ran back to his bedroom to sleep again.
The next morning Timmy joined his parents in the living room. He couldn't forget the dream he'd had the night before. "Boy, Mommy and Daddy," he started, "did I ever have a crazy dr-." He stopped suddenly and looked at his parents who were staring amazedly at the floor; Timmy looked too. Leading from the fireplace to the Christmas tree was a trail of sooty footsteps.