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Chapter 1:- Here Comes Santa Claus
The snow lightly pelted the window as Nicholas lay in bed, thinking about the story his daddy had told him just a few minutes earlier. He was a little frightened by the idea that some strange man was going to come down the chimney and leave presents under the Christmas Tree. What if he didn’t just leave presents under the tree? Didn’t anyone see How the Grinch Stole Christmas? What if Santa took the Christmas tree and the presents up the chimney?
He couldn’t let that happen, so when he heard his daddy go out, he snuck out of his room and into the living room, where he could watch Santa come down the chimney. He lay down on the couch, covered himself with the blanket, and put on the television, so he could watch Sprout Kids while he waited.
He must have fallen asleep because he awoke with a start as he heard a crash up on the roof. It must be Santa he though to himself, both scared and a little excited.
As he waited for his first glimpse of black boots and a red suit, Roxie, his Grandma’s dog came running into the room, growling low in her throat.
“Shush, Roxie, it is just Santa,” said Nicholas
Then, he saw him. Santa stood right in front of him, and Nicholas briefly wondered how he appeared inside the house without him seeing it.
He wore a red coat, but it wasn’t covered in soot like the poem said. Instead, it was gleaming, almost as clean as his clothes after his Aunt Mary washes them. However, his beard was white and his belly shook like a bowl full of Jelly as he said, “Ho, Ho, Ho, Nicholas! Merry Christmas!”
“You know my name!” Exclaimed Nicholas.
“Of course, I do. I am Santa Claus.”
“Oh…”
“Shouldn’t you be in bed?”
“I was but…”
“But?”
“I was afraid that you would steal the Christmas tree.”
“Why would I do that?”
“I saw the Grinch do it, and he was dressed like you, and I thought that maybe you weren’t really Santa, and I thought that you might lie to me like the Grinch did to Cindy Lou Who, so I decided to wait for you to make sure that you were really you and not the Grinch.”
“And are you convinced that I am really Santa?”
“No. You haven’t put presents under the tree and you haven’t eaten the cookies that Aunt June and I made for you.”
Santa scratched his head in thought, then asked, “Would you like to come to the North Pole with me so you can see that I am really Santa? I can’t stay with you because I have other presents to deliver, but the Elves and my wife, Jessica, will take good care of you.”
“The North Pole? Could I bring my cousin Nicole with me?”
“Only if she can be ready to leave in five minutes,” Santa said as Nicholas ran to Nicole’s bedroom.
“Nicole, wake up! We’re going to the North Pole! Santa’s here and he’s going to take us there in his sleigh so we can play with the elves and Jessica!”
“What?” Nicole asked still groggy from the half hour of sleep she had gotten after her boyfriend brought her home from dinner.
“Come on, Nicole! Santa is waiting!”
“I’m coming,” she said, putting on her robe and a pair of slippers, and following Nicholas into the living room.
“Wha—Santa?”
“Hello, Nicole.”
“I—you—I—Am I dreaming?”
“No, you aren’t dreaming. The question is are you going to the North Pole with us?”
Suddenly, there were footsteps stomping up the stairs, and Nicholas’s cousins, Elizabeth and Jimmy appeared in the dining room.
“Nicole? What’s going on? Our mom is trying to sleep.”
“Santa’s here.”
“What are you talking about? Were you drinking at dinner tonight? I will kill Andrew if the two of you were drinking,” said Elizabeth.
“No, we weren’t drinking. You know me better than that. Just look. Santa is in the living room; we’re going to the North Pole.”
Elizabeth and Jimmy looked at each other before looking into the living room, quickly seeing that Nicole was telling the truth.
Santa looked around the room at the crowd assembled before him. He knew that he could not leave the oldest ones at the house—that they weren’t about to let Nicholas and Nicole come with him by themselves. He also knew that there was one other person that he was going to have to pick up: Nicholas’s sister, Lara.
However, if this was the only way to stop Nicholas from being afraid of him, then it was what he was going to have to do.
Instead of putting everyone in his sleigh (and risking giving the reindeer hernias from the added weight), he used some extra Christmas magic to send them to the North Pole.
The snow lightly pelted the window as Nicholas lay in bed, thinking about the story his daddy had told him just a few minutes earlier. He was a little frightened by the idea that some strange man was going to come down the chimney and leave presents under the Christmas Tree. What if he didn’t just leave presents under the tree? Didn’t anyone see How the Grinch Stole Christmas? What if Santa took the Christmas tree and the presents up the chimney?
He couldn’t let that happen, so when he heard his daddy go out, he snuck out of his room and into the living room, where he could watch Santa come down the chimney. He lay down on the couch, covered himself with the blanket, and put on the television, so he could watch Sprout Kids while he waited.
He must have fallen asleep because he awoke with a start as he heard a crash up on the roof. It must be Santa he though to himself, both scared and a little excited.
As he waited for his first glimpse of black boots and a red suit, Roxie, his Grandma’s dog came running into the room, growling low in her throat.
“Shush, Roxie, it is just Santa,” said Nicholas
Then, he saw him. Santa stood right in front of him, and Nicholas briefly wondered how he appeared inside the house without him seeing it.
He wore a red coat, but it wasn’t covered in soot like the poem said. Instead, it was gleaming, almost as clean as his clothes after his Aunt Mary washes them. However, his beard was white and his belly shook like a bowl full of Jelly as he said, “Ho, Ho, Ho, Nicholas! Merry Christmas!”
“You know my name!” Exclaimed Nicholas.
“Of course, I do. I am Santa Claus.”
“Oh…”
“Shouldn’t you be in bed?”
“I was but…”
“But?”
“I was afraid that you would steal the Christmas tree.”
“Why would I do that?”
“I saw the Grinch do it, and he was dressed like you, and I thought that maybe you weren’t really Santa, and I thought that you might lie to me like the Grinch did to Cindy Lou Who, so I decided to wait for you to make sure that you were really you and not the Grinch.”
“And are you convinced that I am really Santa?”
“No. You haven’t put presents under the tree and you haven’t eaten the cookies that Aunt June and I made for you.”
Santa scratched his head in thought, then asked, “Would you like to come to the North Pole with me so you can see that I am really Santa? I can’t stay with you because I have other presents to deliver, but the Elves and my wife, Jessica, will take good care of you.”
“The North Pole? Could I bring my cousin Nicole with me?”
“Only if she can be ready to leave in five minutes,” Santa said as Nicholas ran to Nicole’s bedroom.
“Nicole, wake up! We’re going to the North Pole! Santa’s here and he’s going to take us there in his sleigh so we can play with the elves and Jessica!”
“What?” Nicole asked still groggy from the half hour of sleep she had gotten after her boyfriend brought her home from dinner.
“Come on, Nicole! Santa is waiting!”
“I’m coming,” she said, putting on her robe and a pair of slippers, and following Nicholas into the living room.
“Wha—Santa?”
“Hello, Nicole.”
“I—you—I—Am I dreaming?”
“No, you aren’t dreaming. The question is are you going to the North Pole with us?”
Suddenly, there were footsteps stomping up the stairs, and Nicholas’s cousins, Elizabeth and Jimmy appeared in the dining room.
“Nicole? What’s going on? Our mom is trying to sleep.”
“Santa’s here.”
“What are you talking about? Were you drinking at dinner tonight? I will kill Andrew if the two of you were drinking,” said Elizabeth.
“No, we weren’t drinking. You know me better than that. Just look. Santa is in the living room; we’re going to the North Pole.”
Elizabeth and Jimmy looked at each other before looking into the living room, quickly seeing that Nicole was telling the truth.
Santa looked around the room at the crowd assembled before him. He knew that he could not leave the oldest ones at the house—that they weren’t about to let Nicholas and Nicole come with him by themselves. He also knew that there was one other person that he was going to have to pick up: Nicholas’s sister, Lara.
However, if this was the only way to stop Nicholas from being afraid of him, then it was what he was going to have to do.
Instead of putting everyone in his sleigh (and risking giving the reindeer hernias from the added weight), he used some extra Christmas magic to send them to the North Pole.
