Santa Comes On A Monday
Once upon a time in the bustling town of Snowville, where the roofs were always blanketed with a soft layer of snow and chimneys puffed out gentle swirls of smoke, there lived a little girl named Emily. She was known for her insatiable curiosity and a heart brimming with joy.
One chilly Sunday evening, as Emily was sipping on her warm cocoa, she asked her mom, “Why does Santa always come on Christmas Eve, and never on a Monday?”
Her mom, Mrs. Thompson, chuckled, “Well, sweetheart, Santa has a tight schedule to stick to. But who knows, maybe he might make an exception for a special little girl like you.”
Emily, with her eyes gleaming with mischief and hope, wrote a letter, her tiny fingers curving around the pencil with determination:
Dear Santa,
I know you’re super busy, but could you please visit me on a Monday? I promise to leave extra cookies and milk for you!
Love, Emily
She sent it off with a gentle blow, watching it magically float towards the North Pole.
Days passed, and then, on one unexpected Monday, a gentle “Ho, Ho, Ho” echoed through the Thompson household. Emily, tucked in her bed, perked up, her heart fluttering with excitement.
She tiptoed down the stairs, and there he was - Santa, with his rosy cheeks and belly that shook like a bowl full of jelly.
“Santa! You came on a Monday!” Emily exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Santa chuckled warmly, “Well, Emily, your letter melted my heart. How could I resist?”
They sat down, munching on cookies and sharing stories, creating a memory that was more magical than any gift could ever be.
“Santa, why does everyone think you only come on Christmas Eve?” Emily asked, her eyes wide with wonder.
Santa, wiping a crumb from his beard, replied, “It’s not about when I come, Emily. It’s about the magic that my visit brings – the joy, the love, and the spirit of giving. That magic can happen any day, even on a Monday.”
Emily nodded, understanding dawning on her. “So, the magic is not just in your visit, but in the happiness we share with others?”
“Exactly, my dear!” Santa beamed, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
As the clock struck midnight, Santa whispered, “It’s time for me to go, Emily. Remember to spread love and joy, not just on Christmas, but every day.”
Emily hugged him tightly, “I will, Santa. Thank you for the best Monday ever!”
With a twinkle in his eye, Santa soared into the night, leaving behind not just gifts, but a timeless lesson of love and kindness.
And so, Emily learned that the spirit of Christmas could be found in every day of the year, and in every act of kindness, big or small. She became a beacon of joy in Snowville, reminding everyone that magic could be found in the most ordinary moments.
From then on, in the Thompson household, Mondays were never mundane. They became magical, filled with the spirit of giving, love, and boundless joy.
And they all lived happily, with their hearts aglow with the true spirit of Christmas, every day of the year.
