There once was a man, who lived on the street. Every day he begged just for something to eat.
The seasons would come and the seasons would go, but if he would die no one would know.
One snowy winter night, while bundled and cold, the man heard a clatter from above and a jovial “ho”.
Paying no mind, he lay in his bed, thinking of warm thoughts without all the dread.
In lieu of a Christmas alone, estranged from his family and friends, he thought about past Christmases instead. Ones filled with singing and laughter and joy, and presents and candy for all the good girls and boys. He thought of family and friends and the games they would play, he remembered all the good times He had experienced on those Christmas Days. He was thankful for these memories, because they brought him great warmth. And in a flash, the cold disappeared, like the wind from the North.
Thinking his life had ended, he opened his eyes. What the man then saw gave him a great surprise. For instead of standing in front of the Pearly Gates, he sat in a sleigh. He looked to his front and saw eight flying reindeer, to his left was a fat jolly man yelling, “Ho ho ho” all the way. To his right he saw a figure that clicked a spark in his head. This was his son, but he wasn’t a boy anymore, he was grown instead. The man spoke, “I wrote a letter to Santa and I’ve been good all year long. He brought me with him tonight so you didn’t have to fly it alone”
Before the man knew it, they were off in a flash and if you were watching from below, they zipped off like a dash. They arrived in only seconds, quickly time did not fly. Then the man and his son climbed off the sleigh, the jolly old elf let out a “Merry Christmas to all!” instead of goodbye.
When they came to the door of a house, the old man let out a sigh. The son asked his father, “You stopped….buy why?” His father looked up at him with a tear in his eye. “You see,” his father stated to speak. “I love you son and not just this day. Every day since I lost you, that day I lost my way.”
With a smile on his face, his son took his father’s hand and opened the door. “On this day we love you, just as every day before. You’ve been with us every year here in our hearts, even with great distance our love wouldn’t part.” The man looked around and saw smiling faces and glee. He looked at the stockings, his was hung by the tree. A setting at the table and the piano was tuned. He took his rightful place and began playing carols like a loon. They all sang along and spread the Christmas cheer, as the son waved at a man in a sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
That Christmas and every one after, the man spent at home.
Every day was filled with family and friends and he never again was cold and alone.