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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).

G'day all fellow writers. I apologise for posting only half of my story- "I believe in Santa Claus" and to make amends I am posting the last half. I hope you like my story and if there be any book publisher/s who do please contact me for publishing rights at rvthyer@bigpond.com.au and I would really, really like to know if JPFolks like it too. best wishes, Ray Thyer down under.
Now the last half of "I believe in Santa Claus"...

I never saw my daddy look so sad and you know what? He picked up his little telephone and telephoned my mummy. I don’t know what he said but I was very happy indeed when my mummy came home to me. I love my mummy and she hugged and kissed me when she came home and she picked up Courtney and hugged and kissed her too and made me have a bath and then she said it was Courtney’s turn and put me in my bed and my daddy read a story to me. I didn’t mind that she put Courtney to bed in the nursery because it has a cot to use as a bed and Courtney would be safe in the nursery.

You know what? I heard my mummy crying and my daddy talking real loud and I crept out of my room and they didn’t see me as I hid on the top stair above the family room and I could hear my mummy crying and my daddy was talking about me.

“Rodney told me that his school friend’s mother and father have been evicted and a bank has changed the locks to their house and he wants them to come and live here in this house with him and Courtney too. I work seven days a week at the factory and you work every night at the hospital. I get out of bed to go to work and you come home and go to bed when I am not here and every night you work night shift and I am here alone with Rodney. I don’t like the way things are shaping up, we just manage to pay the mortgage on this big house every month and we never have any money left week after week. If there is another increase in the interest rate we have to pay on the mortgage of this house we won’t be able to meet the repayments”.

“Oh Darling, what are we going to do?” my mummy asked my daddy. I don’t know what daddy said because I feel asleep on top of the stairs.

Courtney came to live with me and my mummy and daddy for a little while and her and mummy and daddy lived with us too in our very big house and then they went away and when Courtney came to big school I gave her my sandwiches and apple every day to make her happy when she said she had left her lunch box at home.

Timothy was happy as can be with his new baby brother until one day he came to big school and he was crying and crying and I asked him, “Why are you crying, Timothy?”

“A bad bank has tossed my mummy and daddy and me out of our house and changed the locks on the doors and we can’t get in our house anymore and we have no where to sleep tonight” he told me.

“Don’t cry, Timothy you can come home with me and so can your family. My mummy and daddy have a very big house and you can live with me” I told Timothy.

My daddy came and picked me up from big school and I asked him if Timothy and his family could live with me and my daddy said, ‘Timothy, you can come home with Rodney and me” and he picked up his little telephone and my mummy came home to daddy and me.

“Rodney’s friend, Timothy and his mother, father and his baby brother have lost their home to a bank and they have no home anymore and I brought Timothy home with me”, I heard him tell my mummy as I sat at the top of the stairs over the family living room.

“It’s getting worse and worse. My friends at the hospital are behind in their repayments on their mortgages and don’t know what to do”, my mummy told my daddy and she cried and cried.

“I work seven days a week now and I will ask my boss for an extra shift at the factory. We will be alright, Darling. Don’t you worry” my daddy told my mummy.

Timothy is six years old just like me and I don’t want anything to happen to his family. Christmas is coming next week and I know what I should do to help our families. I am going to write a letter to Santa Claus…

“Dear Santa, I believe in you. My daddy works seven days every week and my mummy does too. My friend, Timothy and his mummy and daddy and his baby brother live with us too. Things are getting worse and if things get really, really worse a bad bank will change the locks on our doors and toss us all out of this house and we will have no where to sleep anymore. I have been a very, very good boy the whole year through and the thing I want to ask from you for this year is –Please don’t give me or Timothy or his baby brother any presents and don’t give any to our mummies or daddies too. All I want this Christmas is please give my daddy a winning ticket in the lottery”.

And you know what? On Christmas day I opened my eyes and crept down the stairs and only one thing was under the Christmas tree – a lottery ticket for my daddy!

I believe in Santa Claus, I really, really do!

The end.

G'day all fellow writers, time flies so quickly. Nine days have passed since I posted the last half of the above story. I have just finished another story I began sixteen years ago especially for a Movie and/or a Television Series- a true blue Aussie story though it could be a story in any country of the world. I am seeking a Producer, Director or a Production Company to make a Movie or TV Series of my story and I have paid for professionally made books of it for their consideration. If you know of or are a Producer, Director or a Production Company owner please contact me at rvthyer@bigpond.com.au for details. I need the money that a movie/ Tv Series of my book would bring. Thanks and best wishes, Ray Thyer. Australia.

G'day all fellow writers, I thought I had better tell you about my story I just finished writing especially for a Movie and/or a long running TV Series and the best I can do that is to tell you the concise outline of my story in the hope you also be or know a Producer/Director/Film Maker. I hope you do.
Quote- This is a magnificent story of a young priest chosen by his bishop to go to the ‘Australian Outback’ during the worst drought and in a time of recession when banks cast mothers, fathers and children out and seized possession of their homes, sheep and cattle stations. Young Father Joseph came to the Outback town ship of “Finchbrook” with only his prayer book and the few clothes he owned. This is his story and the story of a beautiful young woman whom he met and fell in love with and of a man who stood beside him and became his friend. Father Joseph became a legend in the “Outback”. . I rush to add that my story is not of the same ilk as “Thorn Birds” which is also a marvelous story. No-mine is a truly inspiring story and contains suicide, murder, nudity and peoples of the Outback including Aboriginal Australians. It is truly a wonderful story and deserves to be made into a Movie and/or a long running Television Series and will appeal to peoples all around the world. If you are a Producer/ Director/ Mmovie Maker - For a * Free copy of my book (*conditions apply) for your consideration please email me at rvthyer@bigpond.com.au
I hope you can help me in my quest to have a TV Series and/or a Movie made of my story, I need the money it will bring for family. best wishes, Ray.