Believing Is Seeing

Believing Is Seeing

Mr. Crump smiled around the room at the families of his employees. The kids were rioting around a little high on sugar as evidenced by many a set of chocolate covered lips. The parents did their best to keep the noise down to a dull roar.

“Do you believe in Santa Claus?” He heard a voice say from about knee high beside him.

Startled, he managed to squat down to look into the sparkling blue eyes of a little girl.

“Dora isn’t it?” he said holding out two fingers to be shaken.

The tot nodded solemnly.

“Of course, I do! Just between you and me and the Christmas tree, I saw him!”

Dora’s eyes and mouth went round.

“Were you little like me?”

“Nope, I tracked his ride at NORAD every Christmas Eve for over twenty years!”

Everyone in the room had gathered around him as he gave details of what he saw.

After he finished, all the party goers, both small and tall, clapped and cheered.

A little later, when everyone was leaving, Mr. Crump was seeing them off with goodie bags of two kinds, some for the kids and others for the adults.

Weary though he was, he had one more task before he went home. He donned his Santa suit and grabbing a sack of gifts headed for the Enlisted Men’s Mess on the nearby base to make some other kids happy as well.

“I do believe in Santa, I honestly do!” he reminded himself as he got out of his red Jeep to make a grand entrance at the mess.

Clearing his throat a couple of times, he began to HOHOHO so the kids would know who was coming. He could hear their excitement before he even got in the door. He grinned.