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Jonathon’s Christmas



Ali Qasim



Chapter One




15th December 1995

Chicago, city


It was snowing heavily at night where every house was covered under the snow, every car was wet with fresh snow and cold drops of nature. Trees were green no more and cold air was everywhere.

People liked to stay at home after 7 pm rather than going out for a walk. Everyone liked staying under their warm blanket while reading a book or watching TV while drinking hot coffee. Christmas Decorations were everywhere, lights on every single house and everyone smiled with the joy of a beautiful day coming soon. Police officers sat in a car eating donuts and watching the neighborhood. Machines were throwing snow out of the roads and telephone lines were jammed because of the fault in a station. TV noises were everywhere with great 90’s shows and with all special programs of Christmas. Church bells seemed louder than other days. Reflections of colorful lights on wet roads made a great combination.

Then there was Jonathon, seven years old who lived with his parents. He had two brothers, Marshal Parker. nine years old, and Adam Parker, eleven years old. Jonathon was the youngest in his family and his parents treated him like he was four because he was too sensitive and very slim.

Jonathon’s grandmother also lived with them, his father’s mother. She was good with kids and always told them great stories. He was four when he started knowing about Christmas and how people celebrated it, so he started loving every part of it. After that day he waited every year for Christmas so he could celebrate and thought he could meet the real Santa Claus, like the wish of every other kid.

Jonathon’s family celebrated Christmas a little differently than other people. They used to wear colorful clothes, mostly light green or red, with gloves on their hands and two sweaters because of the weather. They didn’t want to get sick before Christmas because of the cold weather, so they wore hats on their heads and special Santa Claus boots for kids.

Jonathon’s father, Dave Parker, always saved his ten bonus holidays every year and used them before Christmas so he could help his family in their preparation for Christmas.

Jonathon’s mother, who also used to work, stop going to work every year seven days before Christmas, and used to take a break seven days before Christmas. They decorated their house with colorful lights and a Christmas tree in every single room, with Christmas socks on the chimney, fake snow decorations inside the rooms, and golden and silver bells everywhere. Merry Christmas words with lights sat on the top of their house.

Jonathon’s mother always distributed special Christmas cookies to their neighborhood. They visited church every day and his mother brought cookies to church. After prayer she served cookies to everyone there. They were the most nice and humble in the whole neighborhood.

Parker’s brother, Richard Parker, lived in Los Angeles, California, but he always celebrated Christmas with his mother and his brother, Dave, in Chicago. Richard had a wife, Lisa and they had two kids, a boy, Jackson who was five years old, and a daughter, Dana, seven years old. As they celebrated Christmas with full joy, Richard always came to Parker’s house a week before Christmas so he finally could enjoy the soul and joy of Christmas.

This year Richard came to Chicago. They took a taxi from the airport because this year they didn’t tell the exact date when they were coming to Dave’s house.

Richard knocked on the door of Dave’s house. Jonathon approached the door, asking, “Who is it ?”

Richard replied from outside. “It’s…. Christmas!”

Jonathon ran towards the door, shouting, “Uncle Richard is here, everyone!”

Dave and his wife, who were watching TV, went to the door with smiles on their faces to welcome their beloved family members. Jonathon opened the door and Richard stood outside with his family, freezing because they were not used to Chicago’s weather. They wore long coats, gloves, and full-covered hats.

Dave came to the door and said, “Hey, Richie. Finally... You can feel Christmas now when your loved ones are with you.”

Then Richard came in, saying, “How are you, Brother,” and they hugged each other.

Richard saw his mother and said, “Mother… Merry Christmas.”

His mother sat in a chair and replied, “It’s not Christmas yet, but when the family stays together…the Christmas starts.”

Richard’s kids also met their cousins, uncle, aunt, and grandmother.

Everyone was hungry and they were waiting for dinner. Parker’s family had so many recipes of different foods for Christmas.

After dinner everyone was tired. Mr. Parker showed Richard and his family to their rooms. One big room with a king-sized bed for Richard and his wife, and their kids were sharing a room with Mr. Parker’s kids. Mostly, kids hate to share a room with their cousins or siblings, but this family was very different from others. They loved to share a room so they could play games, read stories, and spend some quality time together. Jonathon always loved to eat cookies while his dad read him a Christmas book while he sat on his bed. Maybe that’s why.



Chapter Two



Jonathon had an imaginative mind. He was very good in school and he always achieved good grades. Jonathon had a walkie-talkie which his dad gave him as a gift when he got an A-plus in school. Jonathon did not just play with that walkie-talkie, but he used it many times, trying something new on it.

One time he saw an ad in a newspaper which said:


Talk with Santa!!

CALL NOW!


Jonathon actually dialed the number many times from the landline and tried to talk to Santa, but he could not reach him. Each time he heard the voice of an operator saying, “Please Try Again.” Maybe because all of the kids were trying to dial the number.

One night Jonathon tried his luck for the last time. He thought If this time I cannot talk to him, I will never try calling this number again.

Jonathon dialed the number…and this is where his magical night began. He heard a voice say, “Merry Christmas, Jonathon.” Jonathon was so shocked and scared that he actually hung up the phone! He had not told the operator his name.

Jonathon came back to his room, not telling anyone about it because he was too scared. He thought Could I have just talked to the real Santa? No one would believe it, or maybe they would laugh at him. Jonathon did not call the number again. He lay awake all night under his blanket, wondering what he should do.

Was that the real voice of Santa? Then Jonathon got an idea. If it was the real Santa then I should send him a message from my walkie-talkie. It might be a silly idea, but he thought If Santa really knows me, maybe he will talk to me on my walkie-talkie.

Finally Jonathon went onto the roof of his house, walking slow so no one in the house would hear his footsteps and wake up. When he reached the roof he wondered How can I talk to Santa with two walkie-talkies? “I have both of them so how can Santa Claus talk to me?” He got an idea and threw one walkie-talkie towards the sky.

Then the most amazing magic happened! That walkie-talkie soared so fast and so high that it actually disappeared into the clouds. Jonathon started shouting, “It worked! Hey, it worked!” Although he was very happy, he was shocked that the walkie-talkie had gone up far enough to disappear into the clouds.

He sat on a corner of the roof, wearing his blanket because it was cold outside and snow covered the roof. He shivered and waited for another bit of magic to happen. Jonathon pushed the button on his walkie-talkie.

“Umm… Let’s try….Hello?” He waited for two minutes but there was no reply. He pushed it again and said, “Hello? Is anyone there?“ He waited again for ten minutes, but he didn’t get an answer. Jonathon tried it again and said, “Hello…is anyone there? I saw you took my walkie-talkie…!” Again he waited for another twenty minutes. When no one replied, he started looking at the sky and pushed the button again.

“Santa…if you are listening, talk to me.” Jonathon waited for more than thirty minutes, but he didn’t get an answer.

He was still looking at the sky and then finally Jonathon heard a noise on his walkie-talkie. He tried to listen because the noise coming out from the walkie-talkie was the same as the TV with no signal. It sounded something like when you tune a radio. Jonathon listened to the noise and then he heard, “Hello….”

Jonathon became scared and threw his walkie-talkie, almost breaking it. The batteries came out of the back side. Jonathon covered his face with the blanket and moved far away from the walkie-talkie, but the voice kept coming out from it.

“Hello, is anyone there?”

Jonathon stared at his walkie-talkie, then he finally heard, “Is Mr. Jonathon listening?” Jonathon smiled and carefully ran across the flat roof, picked up his walkie-talkie and shouted, “Yes…Yes! I am Jonathon. Are you Santa?”

He waited patiently for a reply. After thirty-five seconds he heard “Yes…I am Santa. How are you, Jonathon?”

Jonathon started laughing happily. Then he frowned and said, “But….but, how is this possible?”

After ten seconds Jonathon heard, “It’s Christmas, Jonathon. Some kids wanted big toys and some kids wanted to travel to Disneyland with their family as a Christmas gift. But you, young man, wished to meet me. Didn’t you? So, I decided to meet you.”

Jonathon smiled and asked, “But…how can I meet you?”

He waited patiently until he heard, “Close your eyes, Jonathon, and don’t open them until I tell you to.”

Jonathon did exactly what he was told. He closed his eyes with excitement and a little bit of fear in his heart because this was all new to him, as it would be to any kid.



Chapter Three



Jonathon covered himself in his blanket and closed his eyes…and he waited. It was a silent night.

Finally Jonathon started hearing music. It felt like it was coming towards him. After a few seconds it came closer, more loud. Some of the noises were voices, sounding like they came from a factory where people gave orders to each other. Other noises were of big machines. Jonathon was still inside his blanket and he didn’t open his eyes. He focused on the sounds.

Then the music and noises grew louder and more clear. Jonathon felt like he’d reached the place where Santa wanted him to go.

The same voice spoke again. “Come out of your blanket, Mr. Jonathon Parker, and open your eyes…now.”

Jonathon opened his eyes to a world of wonder! The first thing he saw was the most colorful factory with a big Chocolate Fountain in the center and umbrella candies all over it. Little Elves worked making gifts for kids, making colorful boxes for the gifts and packing them inside. On the other side the Little Elves put teddy bears, gift cards, dolls, and other toys into smaller boxes.

Jonathon couldn’t believe his eyes! Can all of this be possible? Could I be the only little boy to see it all?

Jonathon stood silent for long minutes, soaking in every part of the place around him.

Soon after Jonathon finally found his voice. “Santa…?”

Jonathon heard the sound of someone wearing large boots, walking across the wooden floor. He looked back over his shoulder and saw the dark shape of a big man coming towards him. The large machines kept him in shadow so that Jonathon couldn’t see him fully.

The man was huge! As the dark shadow drew near, Jonathon turned and took several steps backward. The man slowed briefly then stepped closer, into the light. Jonathon was finally able to see the man’s face. It was him!

Jonathon’s face split into a big smile, his excitement showing. It was Santa Clause! He wore a deep red Christmas dress, trimmed in fluffy white fur. A snowy white beard covered his fat cheeks and he smiled widely.

Jonathon didn’t wait a second longer and ran towards him, hugging him tight.

Santa Claus placed a large gloved hand on his head. In a deep voice he said, “Hmm, Hmm, Hmm… Merry Christmas, Jonathon.”

“Merry Christmas, Santa.” Excitement and happiness were all over his face.

Santa looked down into Jonathon’s face and said, “So, you are Mr. Jonathon Parker, the boy who wished every year to meet Santa.” Santa smiled and gave the boy a wink.

Jonathon smiled. “Yes, I did, every year.”

Santa placed a gloved hand over the beard on his chin. “So… Jonathon, as you are in my Santa Gift Factory, would you like me to show you around, where we make the gifts in my factory? Or I can answer a question on whatever you want to know.”

Jonathon considered and said, “I would like to see the factory first.”

Santa smiled and motioned him forward. “Follow me, young man.”

Jonathon started to follow Santa as everyone was busy working. Then Santa stopped and spoke in a booming voice. “Everyone, listen to me!” The Little Elves stopped their work and stopped the machines, waiting to hear Santa. The silence was so great Jonathan could’ve heard a pin drop.

Santa said, “As we all are here doing our precious jobs to bring smiles and joy to millions of little angels, we are joined by one of them who is here to see how we do it.”

The Little Elves turned their attention to Jonathon. He stood next to Santa. Jonathon was a small thin boy in comparison to Santa. His big eyes were opened wide with shock, and he had the most innocent face. Everyone was silent for a moment because they’d never met any children before today.

Then one Little Elf jumped to his feet and cheered, “Finally…! A dream came true!

The Little Elves started dancing, as if it were Christmas already. Jonathon smiled and looked up at Santa who held out a gift to him.

“This is especially for you, Jonathon.”

It was a green, square box, covered with red ribbon and an umbrella, candy sticker on top. The Little Elves left their duties and crowded around Jonathon, greeting him and wishing him a Merry Christmas.

Santa pointed to one Little Elf and said, “Show him the factory.”

“Sure, Santa, this way, Mr. Jonathon.”

Jonathon’s brows drew down but Santa pointed toward the inside of the factory. “I’ll join you soon.”

Jonathon looked at the Little Elf. They were the same size! The Little Elf smiled widely.

“Can I ask your full name, Mr. Jonathon?”

“Jonathon Parker,” he replied.

“Oh, what a good name! So, what would you like to see first, Mr. Parker?”

Jonathon thought about it for a moment then shrugged. “Umm…I don’t know. Which is the best and most amazing place here that represents Christmas?”

The Little Elf nodded. “I knew you had to be special. That’s why Santa picked you. Let’s start at Santa’s house.”

The Little Elf led the way and Jonathan followed. They stopped at a home with big rocks covering the roof and a door made of wood and stained glass.

“This is it, Santa’s house!”

Jonathon was excited and amazed. First he met Santa and now he was about to see inside his house, where he lives all year round!

Santa joined Jonathon and the Little Elf. Placing his hands on Jonathon’s shoulders, he said excitedly, “What are you waiting for? Let’s go inside!”

Jonathon eagerly followed the Little Elf, peering around the opened door. He walked inside…

Then everything went dark, blurred. He felt dizzy.

Jonathon panicked, shouting, “SANTA? What happened? Where are you?

The dizzy feeling slowly went away and Jonathon realized his eyes were closed. Oh no, he prayed. Please God, don’t let this be a dream.



Chapter Four



Jonathon heard the voice of his father.

“Jonathon, dear, are you alright?” There was a long pause and his father asked again, “Jonathon?”

Jonathon’s heart sank. He realized it had all been a dream. Still, he didn’t open his eyes because he wanted the special memories to continue on.

He opened his eyes slowly and his father stood in front of him. “Yeah, Dad?” Jonathon couldn’t find any reason to smile.

Mr. Parker saw his son’s sad and long face, more worried than ever before. “Are you alright, son? You were laughing loud while you were sleeping. Your brother and cousins told me to check on you. I brought you in from outside. You were chilled to the bone. Don’t be afraid, tell me honestly. Are you really alright, Jona?”

There was nothing but silence.

Mr. Parker asked, “What happened?”

Jonathon’s mother also came into the room, coming to her husband’s side, worry on her face.

“Yes, everything’s alright. It was… Well…it was just a dream. I am sorry I woke you up, guys,” Jonathon said sadly.

“It’s okay, Jona. Go back to sleep, son. Goodnight,” Mr. Parker said gently.

Jonathon’s mother kissed him on his forehead and whispered, “Have sweet dreams, Jona.”

She kissed him on the nose and he gave her a small smile. “Yeah, Mom, you too. Goodnight,” Jonathon said, watching his parents turn off the lights, say a last “Goodnight, kids” and walk out of room.

Jonathon couldn’t sleep. He was upset. Why had this happened to him? If I don’t stop thinking about this and my fake imagination, it’ll ruin me.

Turning over to his side, he slept.

The next morning everyone woke up early because it was one day before Christmas. Mr. Richard and Mr. Parker were already outside the house, waiting in the car for everyone to come out so they could go to the church. Afterward they would have some fun by letting the kids meet Santa outside the church before going somewhere to eat lunch.

Jonathon crossed his arms, refusing to get into the car.

Jonathon’s mother touched his cheek. “But Christmas is about magic, Jonathon, and I believe some magic will change your mood too.”

He finally agreed and they all went to the church. After praying they all came out to meet Santa. He sat on a chair and all the kids were talking to him and laughing.

Jonathon saw the old man in the big red dress and stopped, tilting his head. Santa played with the kids, handing out gifts. He looked exactly like the Santa from his dream.

The Santa looked up at Jonathon and waved, shouting across the lawn. “How are you, young man?”

A shock went through Jonathon. The old man…he knew that voice. It was the same one, the same style as the Santa he spoke to in his dream.

Jonathon ran over and stood in front of the old man.

“Are you…Santa?” Jonathon asked.

“Yes…I am Santa, young man,” Santa Claus replied and then he started searching for something in a gift box. He finally found the best gift, the green, square box, wrapped with red ribbons and an umbrella candy sticker on top, the same gift the other Santa had given to Jonathon in his dream.

“Come here, young man. This is for you,” Santa said, holding it out to Jonathon.

Jonathon walked towards him and received the box from Santa Claus. He was surprised, but happy because now he felt certain his dream really was coming true.

“Thank you, Santa.” Jonathon wore a big smile on his face. He had turned and was walking away when Santa spoke.

“You’re welcome…Mr. Jonathon.”

Jonathon’s eyes opened wide. How does he know my name? He quickly turned back to Santa.

“How… How do you know my name?” Jonathon asked.

Santa winked. “Merry Christmas, Son,” Santa replied.

Jonathon ran fast and hugged Santa Claus. “I knew it! I knew that dream was true!”

“Well, have fun, young man,” Santa replied and then all the other kids came near Santa, so Jonathon moved away from him.

Jonathon came back to his family. In the car, all the way back home, he thought about his dream. I got to meet the real Santa. Christmas is all about miracles; mom was right.

Jonathon smiled and said softly, “It did happen.”





THE END





About the Author


Ali Qasim is an Entrepreneur, an Investor at XM and the Owner of Inspirem Group of Education. Mr Qasim lives in Karachi, Pakistan.



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