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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: The Reason for the Season of Christmas (12/04/08)

TITLE: The Truth As Told By Saint Nick
By Joshua Janoski


I’ll never forget that moment. I was six-years-old. It was just days before Christmas when my parents broke the news…

“Marla, we have a confession to make. Daddy and I are the ones who give you gifts at Christmas time. There is no Santa Claus.”

I was devastated. Christmas wasn’t the same after that. However, something happened one night, seven years later, that totally changed my holiday outlook. It was Christmas Eve…

I shut off the bulb that lit our Nativity scene and went upstairs to bed. My sleep was startled by the sound of a loud “Thud!” I ran downstairs to see what happened. There he lay face down, his red coat covered in soot from the fireplace.

“No way! Santa, is that you?”

I thought he was dead. I could see the headlines. Santa found dead at the home of Marla Grabel. Thirteen-year-old girl responsible for millions of children not receiving their Christmas gifts. This was not going to help my 7th grade social status.

“Santa, wake up!”

I shook him as hard as I could. Boy, he sure was a big guy! How he managed to even get down our chimney was beyond me.

“Oh my! What happened? Did I pass out? I was barely able to squeeze through that chimney! No more Double Quarter Pounders with Cheese for me!”

He looked up at me. His white beard contained traces of ash. I put out my hand to help him up as he attempted to get off the ground.

“Thank you, Young Lady.” He forced himself up onto his two big legs. His coat was unbuttoned, and you could see his bowl full of jelly sticking out beneath his white undershirt. Whoever dubbed it a “bowl” was being kind. It was more like a giant vat full of jelly with hair on top. He pulled down his shirt and adjusted his pants.

“Stupid thong! I should have stuck with boxers,” he mumbled.

“WHAT?” I asked.

“Oh, uh, nothing Dear. Santa is just having a slight wardrobe malfunction is all. Don’t mind me.” The color of his face matched his red coat and pants. I was distracted by the sound of a woman singing.

“Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on”

I went over to the fireplace and picked up a phone. I wiped it off and started giggling.

“Celine Dion ringtone, huh?” By this time his face was the color of a lobster.

“Give me that!” He snatched the phone from my hand and looked at the screen. “I got a text from Mrs. Claus. She wants me to pick up eggs and the latest issue of Vogue on my way home tonight.” He stuck the phone in his coat pocket and began pulling packages out of his sack and placing them beneath the tree.

“I haven’t been leaving any milk and cookies for you because mom and dad told me you weren’t real. I figured why bother, ya know?”

He plopped down his bag and walked over to me. He looked down at me with a smile.

“Marla, do you want to know a secret?”

“Yes, Santa.”

“Your parents are wise. There comes a point when you must learn the truth, and as the Good Book says, the truth will set you free.” He walked over to our Nativity scene and turned on the bulb sitting above the manger. A tear trickled down his cheek as he took off his hat and held it close to his heart. He looked down at the figurine of Baby Jesus lying in the manger and then looked up at the ceiling.

“Thank you Father that it is not about me. Thank you that I am not the reason for this blessed season. Thank you that you are why we celebrate this wonderful holiday. Let all of these children know that it started with the Greatest Gift given on that special night in Bethlehem.”

Santa kissed the top of my head, grabbed his bag, and shot back up the chimney. I was left standing in silence. I woke up…

Was this a dream? Did my parents lie to me about Santa not existing? I ran downstairs and stood frozen in front of the Nativity scene. The bulb, still brightly lit, beamed down on the Reason for the Season.

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Colin Swann12/13/08
This is a lovely Christmas story - very imaginitive and enjoyable (that's what stories should be). Thanks! Col.

Best wishes for the Christmas Season!
Laury Hubrich 12/14/08
Thong, huh? Oh my. This was a cute story. Good job!
Dolores Stohler12/14/08
Love your story. Who said there wasn't a Santa Claus? The legend's been handed down through the centuries. It's not the reason for the season but it sure 'nuf is a fun thing. We might look upon Santa as a lesson in faith--belief in the unknown and the impossible dream. Let's not take Christ out of Christmas, but let's leave Santa in too, just for the fun of it.
Verna Cole Mitchell 12/16/08
Now the picture of Santa in a thong is one I definitely want to get out of my mind! Cute story.
Sharlyn Guthrie12/16/08
Oh, this is adorable! I've always loved the figurine of Santa kneeling at the manger, and this story brought it to life. Your humor is, ummm...creative, too! :)
Sonya Leigh12/16/08
This had to be a dream, which explains the t----(written too often already). It was part of her 7th grade social status quandary-to fit in or not to fit in with the other t-wearing girls. If it was not a dream, her parents did not teach her well.
Call 9-1-1, girl!
Joy Faire Stewart12/16/08
Very creative and fun! Great job ending the story with the true message of Christmas.
Catrina Bradley 12/16/08
I think the humor worked very well in this this piece. I especially like the bit about his "bowl of jelly". Creative idea, and a bit out of the box, but not too far. The ending was predictable, but I still liked it. Sorry, no ink from me this week. Nice job!
Lyn Churchyard12/16/08
Yes, this has the fingerprints of Joshua J all over it. I love the image of Santa worshipping Jesus.

LOL getting a text message from the Mrs to bring home eggs and a copy of Vogue was great. Well done Josh, well done.
Leah Nichols 12/17/08
LOL! You're hilarious....but a "thong"??? Really, I don't want to even think about that one....

Nice work. Predictable, but funny in the process. :)
Sara Harricharan 12/19/08
ROFL! I just had to hunt this one down. VERY creative with good characters. I loved the bit with the Celine Dion ringtone and picking up a copy of vogue for Mrs. Claus. How funny! You certainly let your imagination free on this one and the result was great! ^_^
Joanne Sher 12/22/08
What fun! Giggles and a message too. This is SUCH a "Josh story." Love it.