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When Shall Santa Arrive?

  • December 22, 2023
  • 5 min read
When Shall Santa Arrive?

It was the night before Christmas, and not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in the hopes that Santa soon would be there. As the children slept, their imaginations were running wild with thoughts of Christmas morning and the presents that awaited them. But little did they know that in the North Pole, Santa Claus was hard at work, getting ready for his big night. So surprisingly, he appeared to them and they yelled and screamed “Santa Claus” Where have you been? He responded with a smile and shared biscuits and some Christmas gifts to them which they joyfully collected from him.

However, in a quiet hamlet beneath the snowy peaks, whispers of magic echoed through the crisp winter air. The townsfolk, bundled in scarves and mittens, were gripped by a curious sense of excitement. Rumors swirled that Santa Claus himself was destined for their quaint abode.

As the sun dipped low, casting long shadows over cobblestone streets, the townspeople gathered around a majestic Christmas tree in the square. A hushed anticipation hung in the air, and young Michael, with wonder in his eyes, tugged at his mother’s coat.

“Mom, do you think Santa will truly visit us?” he asked, the hope in his voice echoing the dreams of the entire town.

His mother chuckled, her breath forming a frosty cloud in the cold air. “You never know, dear. This season has a way of bringing surprises.”

Unbeknownst to the villagers, Santa Claus, with his sleigh packed full of joy and gifts, soared through the starry night. The jingle of bells accompanied his descent, casting a spell of enchantment upon the town. The townspeople, drawn outside by an invisible force, looked up in awe as Santa’s sleigh landed gracefully in the heart of the square.

With a hearty “Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas, everyone!” Santa stepped out, the embodiment of holiday cheer. The townspeople erupted in joy, their doubts melting away like snowflakes on a warm palm. Santa, with a twinkle in his eye, began distributing gifts, each wrapped with care and adorned with festive ribbons.

Tommy, clutching his gift, approached Santa with wide eyes. “Are you really Santa Claus?” he asked, the excitement bubbling in his voice.

Santa chuckled, kneeling down to Tommy’s level. “Indeed I am, young one. And you, my friend, have been a very good boy this year.”

As the night unfolded, the town transformed into a winter spectacle. The air buzzed with carols, laughter, and the sweet aroma of hot cocoa. Santa led the townspeople in a merry dance, and the joyous celebration seemed to thaw even the coldest corners of their hearts.

Amidst the revelry, Santa shared tales of holiday magic, and the townspeople listened with rapt attention. The children, wide-eyed and filled with wonder, clung to every word, as if each syllable held the secret to eternal joy.

As midnight approached, Santa, with a twinkle in his eye, gathered the townspeople. “My time here draws to a close, but remember, the spirit of Christmas resides within each of you. Carry it forward, and the magic will endure.”

With a final wave, Santa soared back into the night sky, leaving behind a town aglow with gratitude and joy. In the days that followed, the memory of Santa’s visit lingered, inspiring acts of kindness and generosity. The skeptics, now believers, found themselves embracing the enchantment of the season.

The children, clutching their gifts with newfound wonder, became emissaries of the magical tale. They shared stories of Santa’s visit, weaving a tapestry of joy that connected the hearts of the townspeople. And so, the legend of that magical night became a cherished part of the town’s lore, a reminder that magic thrives in the hearts that believe.

Years passed, and the quaint hamlet continued to bask in the glow of that extraordinary Christmas. The spirit of Santa’s surprise visit became a guiding light, illuminating the path to compassion, generosity, and love. And every December, as the snow blanketed the town, the echoes of Santa’s laughter and the twinkle in his eye returned, turning ordinary moments into extraordinary memories.

In this town beneath the snowy peaks, where rooftops glistened with frost and chimneys whispered tales of nights gone by, the enchantment of Santa’s visit endured, a timeless reminder that in the embrace of hope and goodwill, the magic of Christmas would forever thrive.

Adults, once skeptical, now believed, In holiday wonders, hearts relieved.

Children clutched their gifts so dear,

In wonderment that lingered near. In days that followed, memories held,

The tale of Santa’s visit, a story swelled. Acts of kindness, a generous cheer, the magic lingered, crystal clear.

So under stars that shimmered high, Santa led the dance, the joyous sky. Stories shared, memories spun,

A celebration beneath the moon and sun. The town transformed in snowy grace, a winter wonderland took its place, Carols echoed, laughter swirled, Cocoa warmth in a wintry world.

Michael, in surprise, approached with glee, “Are you Santa?” a question free.

A twinkle in Santa’s eye so bright, “Yes, my dear, on this special night.”

Beneath the stars, the children stood,

around a tree, a holiday mood, And Michael, with eyes aglow so grand, whispered dreams, hand in hand. “Mom, will Santa truly appear?” a question filled with hope sincere. His mother smiled, a warmth untold, “Magical things,” she softly told.

Gifts aplenty in his sack, wrapped with care, no detail lacked. Children’s eyes wide with delight, unwrapping joy, a magical sight. In skies adorned with twinkling light, Santa’s sleigh soared through the night. Jingles echoed, soft and sweet, A festive magic, none could beat.

So let us adore Santa, a fine fellow, who always stay aglow, Here’s to conclusion, let us love and glee, a timeless story to Christmas glee.

About Author

Micky Bliss


  • December 24 maybe by 10pm or midnight when the kids are asleep

  • Huh that’s cool

    • Thanks ma

  • In the finishing stanza lies a Rap like lines in a poetical form: “Adults once skeptical now believed in holiday wonders heart relieved” … This lines are quite sharp and shallow too
    Then there’s redundancy of word – (Townspeople) take note … A little error too very slight too (aplenty and aglow ) the adverbs in bracket were used informally thereby refusing the reader the full spirit of the essay… Meanwhile it was a nice exploration of word,you are indeed a wordsmith.

  • Santa is coming on Monday when kids are asleep

    • Yes ooooo
      Definitely, he shall come and gift them with amazing presents

    • This is amazing

  • Thanks for the criticism, I’ll take note next time, I appreciate your readership.

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