There Arose Such A Clatter
A boy’s mission to prove Santa exists doesn’t go as planned.
“Do you hear what I hear?” I whisper to my Teddy Bear. I sit up in bed, and hold my breath hoping I’m not mistaken. I’ve been waiting for this all night.
From downstairs I hear another bump, and the slight tinkling sound of ornaments on the tree hitting each other. It’s happening!
I slip out of bed as quietly as I can, and slowly open the door to my room. I tip toe down the hallway, careful to avoid the spots I know will creak under my weight. I hesitate at the door to my brother’s room, and decide to go in.
“Kevin…wake up,” I whisper as I shake his shoulder. He moans in response and rolls over.
“Kevin, wake up,” I say again as I push him a little harder.
“What do you want jerk?”
“He’s here,” I whisper. “Santa’s here!”
Kevin groans again and rolls onto his back, taking a deep sigh. I know he doesn’t believe me. He turned ten this year, three years old than me and he thinks Santa’s fake. I know that’s a lie and he’s just stupid, and now I’m going to have proof. This Christmas Eve I’m going to prove that Santa is real once and for all.
