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“I believe in Santa Claus” by Ray Thyer.

“You know what? I love my mummy and my daddy and they love me. I don’t have any brothers or sisters, Rodney is my name. I live with my mummy and my daddy in a very big house by the sea. I wish I had a brother and a sister who could play with me on the beach, we could build sand castles and swim in the sea.

You know what? I am six years old and am happy as can be. When I was three years old my daddy took me to kindergarten every morning on his way to the city. My daddy works very hard every day. I don’t know what work he does, he is always very busy and he came to the kindergarten every day after work and took me home, tucked me in my bed, read me a story and kissed me goodnight every night of the week. He kisses my mummy too sometimes but I pretend I don’t see. I know he loves my mummy a lot but she is not home very much with my daddy and me.

You know what? I liked going to kindergarten, Miss Jones let me and the other kids play with blocks and paint pictures and stuff and told us stories too. One day she told us a story about a little girl lost in the woods. I liked Miss Jones a lot, she told us lots of good stories and when we got sleepy she would let us sleep on the kindergarten floor too.

You know what? I have a dog, we call him ‘Rover’ because he goes away a lot but he always comes home in time for breakfast. My daddy sometimes takes Rover and me to the beach and Rover will swim in the sea. I love Rover and he loves me.

One day I asked my daddy if he would get a brother or a sister for me and he seemed kind of sad and looked away from me. I asked him again and again ‘Daddy, when will you get a brother or a sister for me?’ and he said he was very busy but one day he would get a brother or a sister for me.

The house we live in by the sea is a very big house, it has three bedrooms and a nursery waiting for a brother or a sister for me. I wish every day that my daddy would get a baby brother or a baby sister and put it in the nursery.

My mother is very beautiful, she is tall has blue eyes that sparkle and she has blonde hair that touches her shoulders. She must be a model or maybe a movie star and is away from home night after night and only my daddy reads stories for me.

Sometimes I ask my daddy where is my mummy tonight and he looks kind of sad and looks away from me. I told my daddy when I grow up I will give him lots and lots of money and he could bring mummy home to be with him and me every day and every night and he put his arms around me and hugged me tight but he never did tell me where my mummy was every night.

You know what? I really, really liked going to kindergarten every day. There were lots and lots of kids there for me to play with and I had a very good friend called Timothy who would play with me and we would build lots of things with blocks and play on the swing and slide down the slippery slide and I liked a little girl in ‘kindy too, Courtney was her name and one day she had a loose tooth and she pulled it out and I wrapped it in her handkerchief and I told her to put it under her pillow before she went to sleep and the tooth fairy would take it and leave money under her pillow for her.

You know what? The next day at ‘kindy Courtney had a big smile on her face and she told me she put her tooth under her pillow and the tooth fairy took away her tooth and left twenty cents for her. I knew that would happen because the tooth fairy always gave me money when I was young and put a tooth under my pillow.

Timothy and Courtney and me went to pre-school after we stopped going to ‘kindy. My daddy, used to drive me and leave me at pre-school and sometimes he would pick up Timothy and take him there too. He never ever picked up Courtney because she did not live close by.

You know what? I have a birthday every year and once a year Christmas comes and Santa Claus comes down the chimney and leaves lots of toys and things for me. I know its Santa Claus who brings toys and things for me because my mummy and daddy would hang a big Christmas stocking at the bottom of my bed and hug and kiss me the night before Christmas and turn out the light and told me to go to sleep or Santa Claus would not come to me.

I asked Santa Claus when I sat on his knee in the shopping mall the week before Christmas came for a tricycle when I was three and he asked me if I had been a good boy all through the year and you know what? He came down the chimney and left a tricycle for me the night before Christmas day.

You know what? I was a very good boy every day for a whole year when I was four and when I sat on Santa’s knee a week before Christmas he asked me if I had been good and I said I had been a very good boy and asked him please put a pony for me under my Christmas tree. I think Santa Claus mixed me up with another boy because he didn’t leave a pony under my Christmas tree for me.

My mummy told me, ‘You have a dog called Rover and maybe Santa thought another boy who didn’t have a dog or a pet would like the pony you asked him for and the pony would make the boy very happy and you wouldn’t mind because he left a bicycle under the Christmas tree for you and Santa Claus knows when you learn to ride it you will be very happy”.

I thought about my pony a lot and you know what? I think that little boy was happy when he found my pony under his Christmas tree. But most of all I want is a baby brother or a sister for me but I never told Santa Claus because my daddy said he would get a baby brother or a baby sister for me.

You know what? I didn’t want to leave ‘kindy because Miss Jones was always kind to me but my mummy said I was getting to be a big boy and big boys go to pre-school when they are four and I waved goodbye to Miss Jones and walked out the door.

You know what? The teacher at my pre-school was a man and he was not like Miss Jones at all. He said ‘One and one make two and two and two make four’ and ‘C is for Cat’. I didn’t know why he told me that until I was five and I walked out the door and Timothy, Courtney and me never went to pre-school anymore.

My mummy made a uniform for me and took me to the big school and she cried and cried when she left me at the door and you know what? My new teacher is a girl like Miss Jones the teacher I had once before.

Now I am six years old and I still ain’t got a baby brother or a baby sister yet and my daddy took Rover and me to the beach and Rover played in the sea and I asked my daddy again when he would get a baby brother or a baby sister for me and he looked very sad and he said one day he would get a baby brother or a baby sister for me.

You know what? Timothy came to school and he was happy as can be and I asked him - “Why are you so happy, Timothy?”

“I am going to have a baby brother or sister. I don’t care what it is. I will never be lonely with a baby brother or sister to play with me every day after day” he told me.

I was very happy that at last Timothy would have a brother or a sister to play with but I was kind of sad too that I didn’t have a baby brother or sister to play with me.

Every day Timothy tells me his mother smiles a lot and her tummy gets fatter and fatter because that is where his baby brother or sister is growing bigger and bigger and one day he came to big school and had a big smile on his face and said he had a baby brother that looked the same as he does.

I asked my daddy again when he would get a baby brother or sister for me when he picked me and Timothy up after school and he looked away from me. I could tell he was very worried about something and I spoke to Timothy very quietly.

One bad day came and Courtney came to me and Timothy at big school and she was crying a lot.

“What makes you cry, Courtney?” Timothy and me asked her and she told me and Timothy that a bank had tossed her mummy and her daddy and her out of their house and changed locks on their door and they can’t get in their house anymore and she has no where to sleep tonight.

I told Courtney- “Don’t cry anymore, Courtney. My mummy and daddy have a very big house and there is plenty of room for you and your mummy and daddy and you can come home and live with me”.

And when my daddy came to pick me up from big school I asked him if Courtney’s mummy and daddy and Courtney could come and live with me because a bad, bad bank had tossed them all out on to the street and thrown away the key to their house and they cannot sleep in their own house anymore. My daddy looked very sad and said Courtney could come home with me and he would think a lot about her mummy and daddy coming to live with me.
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G'day, I have been writing stories for the last sixteen years here in Australia and I wrote this short story just before Christmas. To save space here in this page I have posted the first half and will post the last half if you want. Please tell me here if you do. best wishes, Ray Thyer. PS.The photo I post with this story is of my wife, Verell she has a much prettier face than me).