by Angella Gailey

Created on: December 09, 2011

It was the night before Christmas and Andrea Smith was sitting in the family room in her small apartment. She had just gotten the few presents for her daughters from “Santa” set out. Andrea could not afford to get much for her daughters, but she did make sure that each got a doll and a dress. Just as she was about to go to bed, she heard a knock on her door.

“I wonder who that could be,” she thought. She could never have guessed in her wildest dreams what she saw when she opened the door, for there stood a Santa in full costume, complete with a sack slung over his shoulder.

“Ho, ho, ho, merry Christmas,” he said as he walked into the room. “Is this the Smith house?”

Andrea was so shocked, all she could do was nod. As Santa went about setting out the presents he had brought, Andrea began to cry. She did not know where the presents came from, and she couldn’t bring herself to ask. She saw Santa pulling out bikes, and bears, all things that seemed to be too big to fit into his small bag.

“Andrea, these presents come from your friends. People who know Amy and Ariel and they want you to know that they think you are doing a fantastic job raising your girls. Please, do not stop. I also want to thank you for raising such beautiful and nice children. Have a very merry Christmas.” Without saying another word, Santa left.

When Andrea tried to see him leave, she could not find him. She returned to the apartment and went to sleep, knowing that her daughters would have everything they wanted for Christmas and more.

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