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From: Santa Claus, Santa Claus......

Next morning Tommy woke up late than usual. He was feeling the burden of the night's sleep in him. Had Santa come, he wondered as he threw the covers of him. When he had a look around the room he found to his greatest dismay, except for the presents his dad had brought, there weren't any. Santa had not come after all! At the table Tommy was sullen and not at all interested in the wonderful Christmas breakfast. What's wrong Tommy, his dad said looking at him intently. You didn't like the presents Santa brought? Tommy did not answer, only maintained his sullenness. His mum who was standing next to his dad coaxed him in a sweet motherly tone. What's wrong Tommy, she said. Tommy did not reply her straightaway. He just looked at his breakfast plate and then suddenly cried out, There is no Santa Dad. Is there? Of course there is son, his dad reassured. Who do you think brings the presents. You are telling a lie dad, Tommy told keeping his gaze still at the plate. For first time in his life David was taken in by his son's answer. So frank, so blunt and so bold -- and so right. Tommy was only eight years old, and now he had accused him of telling lies as though he knew better. David didn't let it bother him. He proceeded calmly. How do you know this, if I may ask. I saw you bringing in the presents last night, Tommy said. David glanced at his wife who in turn shudder her shoulders. I guess we better tell him the truth dear. But before David could utter a word, Tommy darted back to his room with tears on his cheeks. Let it be, David stopped Elaine from going after Tommy. He will come over it. Today our little boy has grown up. I hope so dear, Elaine squeezed her husband's shoulders together. I hope so. Outside, the snow was falling as it did most Christmases; but this year for Tommy it had no mystic at all. He hated it.