Letter to the Editor
The Jimplicute, Scott City, MO 63754
Thursday, December 29, 1983
was the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was
stirring but a small mouse. This is the
time delightful to the hearts of children.
It was Santa Claus time.
strange thing happened on Christmas Eve when I was looking forward to a visit
from Santa Claus. It was just a the
break of day, my father was up and stirring the fire in the stove so the room
would be cozy for all the Christmas joy.
A loud knock came at the front door.
I was wide awake and wondered who could be there at that time in the
morning. I thought it could be
Santa. I listened. I heard a voice coming through the
darkness. “Please may I come in?” he
said, “ I am so cold and hungry. I have
climbed these icy hills all through the night.
My father said, “Come and warm yourself by the fire.”
brother and I were in the greatest awe of this mysterious stranger. We wondered, “Could this be the Santa
Claus?” Would we get up and see
him? I looked and looked at the
man. I turned to my brother and said,
“If that is Santa, he has no pack.”
stranger came into the room and chose the big chair by the chair to sit down,
and then I saw he had sat on a bag of candy.
I knew it was candy meant for me.
I was disturbed about that.
breakfast was ready and mother invited the man to eat with us. She had been busy for some time before
preparing sausages and hot cakes for our Christmas breakfast. The strange became happy when he saw the
good mean set before him. He was jolly
and began to talk. “I saw the Christmas
tree in your back window and decided this would be the place to get help.” My mother said, “The children wanted the
Christmas tree in the back window so
the animals of the barnyard would see it.
However, I am curious how you could see it from the front of our
house.” He seemed a little embarrassed
but answered, “I guess I saw it through your front windows or maybe I was just
walking around the house looking in. I
father said, “You don’t seem to have your story straight.” The man said no more, but really enjoyed the
breakfast and some more talking, he said it was time for him to go. My mother gave him a lunch to take on his
journey. We bid him goodby and as he
went down the lane, he turned and waved and said, “Merry Christmas.”
that Christmas morning the family attended the Christmas service that was held
at the church near our home.
visit of the mysterious stranger that came to our home on Christmas morning
hungry and cold and needing help will always remain a strange happening in my
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