Every Christmas he wondered if there really was a Santa Claus. Ryan's family did not celebrate Christmas. Whenever they did holiday crafts at school, he would get pretty sad but Christmas crafts were the worst. By Christmas break the whole school would be decorated.
One day three kids said to Ryan, "Why doesn't your family celebrate Christmas? That's stupid." Ryan felt bad but was used to it. It happened to him every year.
Every year when Christmas Eve came, Ryan would pray that he would hear Santa on the roof and he would go downstairs and meet Santa! It never happened. This Christmas he wanted to make sure that it would.
Ryan put cookies and milk on the table. He put the snacks on the table after his mom and dad went to bed because otherwise he would get grounded for trying. Ryan went back to bed and prayed once more that he would meet Santa Claus. Santa never came so he lost faith in Santa.
Ryan was now 24 years old and lived in his own house. It was Christmas Eve and Ryan almost bought a Christmas tree but then he remembered what happened when he was 8. Ryan rented a movie instead. When he finished his movie, he went to bed.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Ryan woke up at 2 a.m. He got out of bed, grabbed a baseball bat in case it was a robber, went into his living room, and found a little nicely wrapped box, it said, "To: Ryan, From: Santa Claus."
Ryan opened the box and found a Christmas tree ornament. At that moment, Ryan knew that in a special way Santa was like God because Santa had been listening to his prayers.
The next day, Ryan went shopping at True Value and bought a Christmas tree. He left it up all year with only one ornament on it. That was from Santa Claus.
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