“Luke, do you think Santa received my letter? He lives awfully far,” three-year-old Lois worriedly asked her elder brother.
“Oh, I am sure he’s received it. My friends say Santa is just our neighbour Uncle Bill in a costume,” a disappointed Luke replied.
Lois’ eyes widened in disbelief. “That’s not true! Mom and I posted my letter to the North Pole,” she said, with full confidence.
“Really? I tore up mine. Anyway, if he is real and has magical powers, he will know what I want.”
Lois pursed her lips and stomped out of the room.
Luke sighed. The seven-year-old opened the window and gazed at all the houses decorated with Christmas lights. The night sky was soon filled with stars and the air with carols and laughter.
“Santa, are you there?” Luke whispered looking out the window. “My friends at school say you are not real. But I know you are.”
That night, long after being tucked into their warm, comfortable beds, neither Lois nor Luke could sleep well. Lois was too excited and Luke unsure.
Around midnight, an excited Lois sat up straight and called out, “Luke! Do you hear that? I think Santa is here!”
The boy listened intently. Lois was already opening their door.
“Lois, wait. I hear nothing…”
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