Tommy Trot's Visit to Santa Claus

by Thomas Nelson Page

“I tell you,” said one, “the Governor will have a busy time to-night. It beats last Christmas.” And he made a run and a jump, and lit on a big pile of bundles which suddenly toppled over with him and nearly buried him as he sprawled on the slippery floor. This seemed a huge joke to all the others and they screamed with laughter at “Old Smartie,” as they called him, and poured more bundles down on him, just as though they were having a pillow-fight. Then when Old Smartie had at last gotten on his feet, they had a great game of tag among the piles and over them, and the first thing Tommy knew he and Johnny were at it as hard as anybody. He was very proud because Johnny could jump over piles as high as the best of them. Tommy, himself, however, could not jump; for they led him to a pile so high that he could not see over it; and on top were the fragments of all the things he had ever had and had broken up. He could not help crying a little; but just then in dashed a number of little men and gathering them up, rushed out with them. Tommy was wondering what they were going to do with them, when his friend, the guard, said: “We mend some of them; and some we keep to remind you with. Now try again.” Tommy tried and did very well, only his left foot had gone to sleep in the sled and had not quite waked up.

“That was because Sate went to sleep on it,” said his friend, the guard, and Tommy wondered how he knew Sate’s name.

“Why,” said the guard, “we have to know dogs’ names to keep them from barking at us and waking everybody up. Let me lend you these boots,” and with that he kicked off his boots. “Now, jump,” and Tommy gave a jump and lit in them, as he sometimes did in his father’s shoes. No sooner had Tommy put them on than he found that he could jump over the highest pile in the room.

“Look, look!” cried several of the others. “The captain has lent that little boy his ‘Seven Leaguers.’”

“I know where he is going,” said one; “to jump over the North Pole.”

“No,” laughed another. “He is going to catch the cow that ‘jumped over the moon,’ for Johnny Stout’s mother.”

Just then a message came that “Old Santa,” as they called him, was waiting to see the two boys who had come in the new box-sled, as he wanted to know how their mothers were and what they wished for Christmas. So there was a great scurrying to get their heads brushed before the bell rang again, and Tommy got soap in his eyes wetting the brush to make his hair lie smooth, while Johnny’s left shoe came off and dropped in a hole in the floor. Smartie, however, told him that that was for the “Old Woman who lived in a shoe” to feed her cow in, and this was considered a great joke.

The next minute the door opened and they entered a great apartment, filled with the softest light from a blazing fire, and Tommy was sure it was his father’s back before him at the fireplace; but when the man turned it was Santa Claus, only he did not have on his whiskers, and looked ever so much younger than in his pictures. At first he did not even look at them, he was so busy receiving mail that came fluttering down the chimney in a perfect snowstorm. As the letters came he gathered them up and handed them to a lady who was seated on the floor, saying, “Put that in,” to which the lady always answered, “Just the thing,” in a voice so like his mother’s that Tommy felt quite at home. He was just wondering when “Sometime” would come, when Santa Claus picked up a letter, which had been thrown on the floor, and tossed it to the lady, saying, “Here’s that letter from that little boy, Tommy Trot. Put some of those things in so he can break them up. He asked only for himself and much joy he will get out of them.” Tommy shrank back behind Johnny. He wanted to say that he had written another letter to ask for things for others, but he had lost his tongue. Just then, however, Santa Claus put up his hand and pulled out another letter.