Once
upon a time, in a faraway land, there was an old lady and her
grandchild. They lived in an ancient, house, about 600 years
old. It was great and luxurious, and stood on a hill that
overtopped the beneath hollow, but nonetheless no one would buy
it because of a legend.
According to it, the house was haunted: since the death of the
first residents, Sir Charles Brown and his son Tommy, Santa
Claus had no longer delivered presents to this house. The
numerous letters that he received every year from the children
were useless, as well as the complaints of the reindeers, which
used to find the grass of the big yard on the hill particularly
appetizing. So all the families that lived there decided to move
away to make their children happy, and the house remained empty
for years, decades, centuries.
One
day Delia, the old lady, decided to buy the house and to live
there whit her grandchild William, as she hated Christmas. Willy
didn’t know the legend, so he was happy to move there with her
loved grandma.
Christmas was coming and Willy decided to write a letter for
Santa Claus.
On
December 8th, Willy decided that he wanted a
Christmas tree to decorate the living room, as he used to do
with his parents, and he asked Delia to buy one of them. Willy
loved so much the magic Christmas, but Delia, who hated this
holy day, didn’t agree. She thought that the tree would die down
in short time. Willy cried a lot, and for two weeks he didn’t
talk to Delia. Christmas eve came, and Willy asked one last time
to buy the tree, but Delia said no again. That night Willy went
to bed sadder and more dismayed than ever.
Delia, instead, wanted to see with her eyes if the legend was
true or false: she would stay all night near the fireplace,
knitting.
When
the midnight came, she had a surprise… she heard a fuss on the
roof, then a thud, and finally a dark cloud invaded the parlor.
Suddenly, she saw a big man with a long, white, full beard, and
curly hair. He wore a familiar red dress with gold buttons that
shone through the dust. It was hard to believe, but Delia had to
admit that he was Santa Claus in person.
-oh
oh oh- he said…-I have a request from this house: a little train
with a railway and a railway man, a teddy bear and a videogame,
is it right? Where can I put them? Where’s the Christmas tree?
Delia bursted into tears. –I didn’t believe in you before, so I
didn’t allow Willy to buy a Christmas tree…you know, the legend.
I didn’t want Willy to be disappointed like me about Christmas!-
she said.
Santa was touched and with a magic spell made a fabulous
Christmas tree with light balls and ornaments to appear. Delia
was grateful to Santa, and happy that Christmas was better for
her and Willy.
She
finally had no doubts about Christmas.
Giulia Bianchi
noni_peers
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