One Christmas many years ago, I decided I wanted to see Santa. I had a very special blanket you see. I used it to hide from creatures in the shadows, as it was magical and made me invisible.
That special Christmas, I left the customary “cookies & milk” by the Christmas tree and I waited in my room until I knew the rest of the family was sleeping soundly in their beds. I then covered myself with my special invisible-making blanket and made my way down the stairs. I plopped myself up into my father’s favorite overstuffed chair and waited patiently, with my blanket just slightly open so that I could see Santa when he arrived.
I don’t remember how long I sat there in that big old comfy chair; I’m sure I must have dosed off for a few minutes when I heard a sound that brought me wide awake. It sounded like a tiny bell, a Christmas bell, ringing softly outside in the cold and howling wind of that Christmas morning. It was gone almost as soon as I heard it and I decided that I must have imagined it.
I waited a while longer but finally decided to give up and go to bed. That’s when I looked and saw something I did not expect to see happen. Santa’s cookie was making its way across the table! I quickly grabbed it before it got away and beneath it, to my astonishment, was a tiny little Santa Claus about the size of my thumb.
I rubbed my eyes and still he stood there with one hand on his hip, the other holding tightly to his bag of gifts, and a frown upon his face.
“Young man, how are you awake? Oh dear!” asked the little bitty Santa, “How did I not know that you were here?”
I quickly explained to him about my very special blanket and then he understood. But I was still very perplexed, as Santa was much smaller than I had been told.
“Santa how is it that you are so small?” I asked, “And how on earth can you carry all those presents when you’re hardly as big as my thumb?”
Santa laughed as loud as his little pudgy body would allow him and this is what he said:
“The presents I bring are tiny and invisible in this special bag I carry, much like your special blanket. But as soon as I remove the gifts from the bag and place them under any Christmas tree, they grow to just the size they need to be for children just like you.”
“But if you wish to see what gifts I have for you, scurry off to bed and sleep this night, or it will not happen.”
I did not have to be told again and quickly did I retire, to awake to presents galore beneath the Christmas tree. And it was all thanks to that tiny little Santa.