When I was at that tender age when I could not tie my own shoelaces, I had my doubts about Santa, for although I had heard much about him, I never saw him. But one Christmas eve something peculiar happened.
I was in the living room playing with my toys, next to the Christmas tree.
‘Dinner ready!’ mother shouted from the kitchen, and I went to her, abandoning my toys.
As soon as I sat down at the table, mother said she had to tidy up the bedroom, and vanished.
I ate two sausages with mustard, and drank orange juice, and when I was done I rubbed my tummy and smiled happily. Then I went back to the living room.
The sight before my eyes startled me. Under the Christmas tree there was a little army car, and a pile of illustrated books, and plenty of sweetmeats. The window was wide open, and outside was snowing.
‘Mommy! Mommy!’ cried I, ‘Santa!’
And since then I believe in Santa.