Hannah sat in her dad's office on Christmas Eve. She was chatting with some friends over what each wanted for Christmas.
One friend asked" Are you going to stay up again this year?"
Hannah thought for a moment about the last few years of attempting to stay awake and failing miserably and passing out at 1am. Then finally replied:" Not this year. Going straight to bed."
Expecting a response from her friend, she was surprised when a new person responded:" GOOD CHOICE! You're better off"
She looked the facebook picture and saw an old man who could easily pass for Santa Claus.
"Why am I better off?" She replied.
Then quickly typed in" you're not on my friends list. Who are you?"
The response came quickly "You're better off with more rest. Waiting up for me never pays off. Most children are usually have mention on the naughty list for staying up past their bedtime."
A brief pause, then another post came up.” I’ve been on everybody's friend list for centuries. Facebook just makes it easier to follow who's naughty or nice."
"This crackpot thinks he's Santa." Hannah thought to herself. She was about to type in another question when the old man's picture disappeared as suddenly as it appeared.
The friends she was chatting with had left as well. She shut down facebook for the night and went to bed.
She laid there wondering about the old man and his facebook comments as exhaustion finally set in and she fell fast asleep.
Hannah quickly sat up. She heard something. She headed toward the living room. She heard two voices and stayed in hiding around the corner.
"The tree's a mess, told you to watch out"
"Sorry, I tripped over one of the packages."
"Gentleman!" Came a third voice in a stern whisper. “Quiet down. I'll fix it. Now, get back up to the sleigh."
"Sleigh?” Hannah heard. "Santa's really here" she thought. She quickly darted around the corner to see him.
As she appeared, she was shocked to see an empty living room with only the Christmas decorations. There was no sign that anyone was here. She looked around the room for anything. But found only presents that she didn't recognize. The Tree and everything else was as it should be. If the tree had been moved, there was no sign of it.
She went back up to the bedroom. On the nightstand next to the bed, she saw an envelope covered in Christmas decorations. Her name was hand written on the front. She opened up the letter and inspected it.
The letter simply said.
"You'll see me someday. (Preferably when I have more sure footed help)
The letter was signed "Mr. C."
She put the letter back on the nightstand and lay down. She grabbed for the letter to look at it more closely. The page was blank. At this point, she was so tired; she just assumed it was all just a dream. She pulled up the blankets and quickly fell asleep.
One friend asked" Are you going to stay up again this year?"
Hannah thought for a moment about the last few years of attempting to stay awake and failing miserably and passing out at 1am. Then finally replied:" Not this year. Going straight to bed."
Expecting a response from her friend, she was surprised when a new person responded:" GOOD CHOICE! You're better off"
She looked the facebook picture and saw an old man who could easily pass for Santa Claus.
"Why am I better off?" She replied.
Then quickly typed in" you're not on my friends list. Who are you?"
The response came quickly "You're better off with more rest. Waiting up for me never pays off. Most children are usually have mention on the naughty list for staying up past their bedtime."
A brief pause, then another post came up.” I’ve been on everybody's friend list for centuries. Facebook just makes it easier to follow who's naughty or nice."
"This crackpot thinks he's Santa." Hannah thought to herself. She was about to type in another question when the old man's picture disappeared as suddenly as it appeared.
The friends she was chatting with had left as well. She shut down facebook for the night and went to bed.
She laid there wondering about the old man and his facebook comments as exhaustion finally set in and she fell fast asleep.
Hannah quickly sat up. She heard something. She headed toward the living room. She heard two voices and stayed in hiding around the corner.
"The tree's a mess, told you to watch out"
"Sorry, I tripped over one of the packages."
"Gentleman!" Came a third voice in a stern whisper. “Quiet down. I'll fix it. Now, get back up to the sleigh."
"Sleigh?” Hannah heard. "Santa's really here" she thought. She quickly darted around the corner to see him.
As she appeared, she was shocked to see an empty living room with only the Christmas decorations. There was no sign that anyone was here. She looked around the room for anything. But found only presents that she didn't recognize. The Tree and everything else was as it should be. If the tree had been moved, there was no sign of it.
She went back up to the bedroom. On the nightstand next to the bed, she saw an envelope covered in Christmas decorations. Her name was hand written on the front. She opened up the letter and inspected it.
The letter simply said.
"You'll see me someday. (Preferably when I have more sure footed help)
The letter was signed "Mr. C."
She put the letter back on the nightstand and lay down. She grabbed for the letter to look at it more closely. The page was blank. At this point, she was so tired; she just assumed it was all just a dream. She pulled up the blankets and quickly fell asleep.