My Ongoing Grudge with Santa (standard:humor, 909 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Dec 20 2021	Views/Reads: 949/632	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The only truth is what comes from God’s word. I know this verse is often taken out of context, or only half of it is given. When I discovered the truth out of God’s word, it sets me free from everything else in the world.

I've had sort of a grudge with old Mr. Santa Claus. I was introduced to
Santa Claus by my parents, who informed me that he was the one that 
brought all of my Christmas presents on Christmas day. And I believe my 
parents. 

I remember on Christmas Eve we had to go to bed early to give Santa
Claus time to deliver our presents under the tree. It was hard to sleep 
that early on Christmas Eve knowing that Santa was coming with 
Christmas presents. Finally, we did fall asleep only to wake up 
Christmas day with the tree filled with our Christmas presents. 

I did not know the real identity of Santa Claus until many years later. 

I was six years old when my parents first took me to see Santa Claus. I
stood in the line and waited my turn to climb up on his lap and tell 
him what I wanted for Christmas. That first Christmas time, I told 
Santa that all I wanted for Christmas was a pony. Just a pony. 

At the time, he told me that that was a good wish and he would see to it
that I got my Christmas present when I needed it. I was so anxious when 
I jumped off his lap, I went over to my parents and told them Santa 
would get me a pony for Christmas. 

Looking at me, my parents just smiled, patted my head, and said, “Okay,
it's time to go home now.” 

That was two weeks before Christmas, and during those two weeks, I was
ecstatic about that pony that was coming because my parents always told 
me Santa Claus never lies. So I can trust him as much as I can trust 
them. That turned out to be true. 

That Christmas Eve, I could hardly go to bed. Once in bed, I could not
keep my eyes shut thinking about that marvelous pony Santa would give 
me for my Christmas present. I kept thinking about the name I would use 
for that pony. I had half a dozen names; it just jingled through my 
mind. 

This was going to be the best Christmas I would ever have. 

I don't know how I did it, but I finally drifted off to sleep and
dreamed about my Christmas pony. 

When I awoke that Christmas morning, I was so excited, I could hardly
get out of bed quick enough. So I ran downstairs to the Christmas tree, 
expecting to see my Christmas pony. When I didn't see it, I asked my 
parents where it was. All they could say was, “Well, we haven't seen 
it. Maybe it's just late.” 

Before we could open our presents, we had to go and have breakfast, and
we tried to make that as fast as possible. Then after breakfast, we 
were able to go to the Christmas tree and open up our Christmas 
presents as a family. 

I was a little depressed because my little Christmas pony was nowhere to
be seen. 

There was no explanation for that. All I could do was hope that maybe it
would come true next year. 

“Well, son,” my father said to me as seriously as possible, “maybe your
Christmas pony will come next year. So let's just hope for it.” 

That was a long year for me. So every month that went by, I thought
about that Christmas pony. 

Then, finally, December came into view. I began getting excited about my
Christmas pony because this year was probably the year. Last year I was 
only six, but this year I was a full seven years old, old enough to 
take care of a Christmas pony. 

Again, my parents took my siblings and me downtown to see Santa Claus. I
stood in line with my brother and sister, anxiously waiting for the 
time to confront Mr. Santa Claus. 

Then my turn came, and I walked up to Santa, sat on his lap, and began


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