Speaker 1: The boy who didn't believe in Santa. Like every Christmas season,
this year as well, Father Christmas's majestic gift shop in
his village in the North Pole had a lot of
hustle and bustle. He, along with his elves, was busy
preparing the Christmas gifts for children across the world. Every
elf had a duty to fulfill. Alabaster's snowball. The keen
looking elf had the task to make the lists of
naughty and good kids. Father Christmas used this list to
distribute gifts to good kids and important lessons to the
naughty ones. And you know why Alabaster was given this duty.
It was because of a special power. He had, a
very special one, a power almost all of us would
like to have, that of being able to see everywhere
and know everything. Within the action backed workshop, Alabaster could
be seen closing his eyes, twitching his neck to listen
to all the children, and quickly scribbing in his list.
He had a long task to complete. While listening to
one such wish, he stopped and paid extra attention to
a particular conversation. It was a boy named Tom in
some distant village talking to his friend Leslie. But I'm
not quite sure if Santa is real or not, Tom said,
Leslie replied, though I have never seen him, but I
have always seen a beautiful gift kept beside my bed
the very next morning of Christmas, Dake, I have gotten
gifts too, but I think that my Grandpa used to
sneak them to me till last year. But this year
I will not receive any gifts, as Grandpa is no
longer with us, Tom said sadly. Leslie said, then if
you get a gift this year too, will you believe
in Santa? I don't know. I will have to wait
till Christmas, said Tom, shrugging. After hearing this, Alabaster went
straight to Father Christmas and narrated everything to him. Father
Christmas laughed and admired Tom's ability to reason things out.
He called for all the elves, who came running and
formed a neat huddle. Oh let's make Tom believe that
I am real. Yes, let's go, cried all the l
in Unison. A few days past and finally it was
the Christmas Eve. Weather was really cold, and it had
started to snow. As far as one could see, music
Carol's Christmas trees, lights, bells, and cakes filled up each
and every street and house in that little village. Toddlers
were dressed past Santa Claus and wandering here and there,
adorned in beautiful red fur coats and red Santa caps.
Watching everyone from their house window. Tom's father chuckled, do
you remember, Tom, when you were like them? Grandpa used
to dress you up like Santa. Tom replied, yes, Daddy,
I remember. That was the best time I had with him.
I miss Grandpa. Tom's father gave him a big and
said we all miss him, Tom. Tom and his parents
then listened to some Christmas carols, lighted the Christmas tree,
and went off to sleep. As the world slept, a
distant tune could be heard, which started becoming louder and louder.
The night passed, and when Tom woke up in the morning,
he found a nicely wrapped gift beside his bed. Oh
did Daddy keep the gift this year? Tom wondered as
he got out of his bed and started unwrapping the gift. Excitedly,
he discovered his favorite video game inside the box. But wait,
there was a letter within the box. He quickly opened it,
and what he saw there was unbelievable. He could see
the definite strokes of his grandpa's handwriting. This thing amazed him.
How could Grandpa write this letter from heaven? Tom started
reading the letter. Dear Tom, I am delighted to see
you growing and flourishing. Here. I'm sending your favorite video
game through Father Christmas, but don't keep playing it. The
whole day also focused on your study side by side.
Most importantly, don't stop believing in magic love. Grandpa Tom
could sense tears in his eyes, but they were tears
of joy. He immediately rushed to Leslie's house, not waiting
to tell her that he too, now believes in Santa
Claus et fad