Five stockings hung from the mantle above the fireplace. Santa would soon slide down the chimney to fill the socks with nuts, candies, and caramels. The boy slithered on his back until he could stick his head inside the fireplace and look up. Then he went to talk to his mother.
“Mom?”
“Yes.”
“I looked up the chimney.”
“Oh?”
“A big guy like Santa could never get through.”
“Hmm.”
“There’s no real Santa is there?”
“No, son, not really. Santa is the spirit of giving.”
The boy felt much better about Christmas than he had for a long time.
“Mom?”
“Yes.”
“I looked up the chimney.”
“Oh?”
“A big guy like Santa could never get through.”
“Hmm.”
“There’s no real Santa is there?”
“No, son, not really. Santa is the spirit of giving.”
The boy felt much better about Christmas than he had for a long time.
