A Little Too Much Snow

The wind howled like a starving lion, and the snowflakes slammed against the window. It was a blizzard, and Harrison was watching it on the sofa in the living room, wondering if Santa could come in such weather. His mom was putting Sofia to bed in her crib and dad was making some Christmas cookies for Santa. Harrison sighed; he was very bored. And worried. What if Santa Claus couldn't make it here in time for Christmas? Then he thought, 'Maybe he can. After all, he is magic, right?' A voice made him jump. "You thinking about how Santa is going to get here?" It was his dad, who had snuck up to Harrison while he thought. Harrison answered,"Uh, yeah, um.... can he make it?" He looked hopefully up at his dad, nervously awaiting the answer. His dad sat on the couch and held him in his arms. "I used to wonder the exact same thing." he began. "But now I understand. No matter how hard it snows, he will always get here to deliver presents on time." Harrison sighed with relief, then burned with curiosity. "How do you know?" he asked suspiciously. His dad replied, "It is not possible for a person so loving and reliable to be late on such a special night. He will do whatever it takes to get here, and give you gifts." Harrison just nodded, lost in thoughts.

The fire crackled, and the snow-storm was rapidly dying. Harrison blinked his eyes open, then closed them again. Oh, was he tired! Then he remembered. IT WAS CHRISTMAS! His eyes shot open and his tiredness evaporated like dew in front of a heater. Had Santa really made it? He jumped out of bed and ran down the hall, into the living room where the Christmas tree stood. Sure enough, presents were scattered about under it's bottom layer of pine needles. Their bright colors and patterns made him feel even more joyful. He ran into his parents room and woke them up for an exciting day of opening presents. And for the rest of his life, Harrison never again doubted Santa's being late for Christmas. And neither should you.