BILLY’S LAST CHRISTMAS!
The fat man sit on the busy street corner. His white beard and red suit in line. His HO HO brought cheer to the children and people. For it was Christmas time. His belly would shake as he merrily laughed Spreading his Christmas Joy. I’m Santa come set on my knee he said to each and every little girl and boy.
But standing apart from the merry crowd stood a lad about 7 years old, with no coat to cover his boney frame body. He was shaking and week from the cold. He had no shoes to warm his feet. He looked hungry just skin and bone. But with a look of peace on his humble little face. He just stood their all alone.
When Santa saw the boy a sympathy grew, he said come here lad, come here to me. He covered the trembling frame with his robe. As Santa placed the child on his knee the boy looked up to Santa’s eyes with worship for the bearded man. He said my name is Billy and I love you Sir.Why your the grandest in all the land. And I didn’t mean to be no trouble Santa. He went on trying hard to smile. I heard you laughing and I saw all the kids and I thought I would just watch for a while. But I won’t bother you with wanting nothing Sir. Cause I already know I have been bad.
Santa looked down at the poor little ragged boy and he said son where is your Mother and Dad? They say my daddy lives in heaven Santa. That’s what my Mommy says any how. They say he went there when he was in a Semi Truck accident. The TREADLE VALVE or the air brake valve in the truck stop working and he did not have no brakes. He was going to hit a bus of kids but he swerved and went into the back of a trailer. They blame the wreck on him Santa so me and my Mommy had no place to live. He’s been gone for a long time. Me and Mommy live with Mr. Brown now.
Mommy works at the bar every day. Mr. Brown just drinks beer and cusses a lot whenever I get in the way. So I’ve been gone about 4 days now. I’ve been sleeping in cars that I find and I know that makes me a bad boy. But you sure been treating me kind. I been praying for you ever since I been big enough Santa Every Christmas Eve Night and then the next day the kids have all the toy’s and I know you made it alright. I am so glad to see them so happy as I go walking alone. But my stocking is always empty, that’s how I know I have done wrong. Mr. Brown told me all about it, he says I just ain’t no good and I know he’s right cause you never came sir and I know if I wasn’t bad then you would.
It’s okay Santa muttered. Such faith he had not seen in a while. Though a tear was straining to fill his eyes. He looked down at the lad with a smile. Why just tell Old Santa what you would like son anything that you might have in mind. I didn’t know where you lived before Billy. But I promise I won’t miss you next time.Little Billy’s face quickly grew brighter such luck he would have never guessed.
After thinking a while he finally said. Well sir I might just have one request! HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO HEAVEN SANTA? Why I bet you know God as good as you are. Could I just ride up to Jesus’ House Sir? If it’s not to awful far? He might just let me live there for a while, Daddy says he likes little boys. I’d like to see my Daddy and talk to him. I wouldn’t take up to much room Sir. I’d just sit in the back with the toys and I promise not to be bad Santa and I could help God do his chores. He might even let me see Daddy and I won’t be hungry no more.
I’m so tired and sleepy now Santa, said the child as he looked toward the skies. With a sigh he relaxed against Santa’s chest and peacefully closed his eyes. Santa quickly felt for the little boys pulse. Some one please get a doctor he said. But when the ambulance took little Billy away every one knew he was dead.
The children had grown more solemn. As they listen to the little boy. They were no longer happy and laughing. His story had stolen their joy. They looked to Santa for comfort. He fought for the right words to say. He said now kids don’t be sad for Billy. See Billy just went to heaven today. He wanted to go and live with God. Now he will be able to visit with his Dad that had the accident that the Treadle Valve caused him to go away. So now every thing will be alright. Let thoughts of Billy make your hearts be kind. I will see you all Christmas Eve Night.
WILL YOU PLEASE STAND BY ALLAN AND HELP STOP THE AIR BRAKE TREADLE VALVE PROBLEM!
PLEASE TAKE THE TIME TO CALL SEN. CLAIRE McCASKILL’S OFFICE!
573-651-0964 SAY IT’S TIME TO STOP THE TREADLE VALVE PROBLEM!