1. And you ask me what I want this year…
The snow fell softly outside as the night stretched on forever. Most children loved this time of year. The wonder and expectation that magical things would happen was inevitable. Houses were lit up with hundreds of colorful lights and carolers could be heard in the distance.
Santa Claus was real and a hope for any child. Most wanted toys or money or the newest electronic device, but in reality these things were symbols of love.
Children would line up for hours, waiting for that special moment to tell the jolly old man exactly what they wanted this year. He would ask if you had been good or bad, and then you would get your picture taken. Leaving feeling full of hope and love, the waiting game began.
Sitting up late on Christmas Eve, most children fall asleep, listening, waiting, hoping.
One little boy knows better.
He sits in his little brother's bed, waiting for the storm to pass. It is not a snow storm, but a fathers rage caused by, once again, staying out too late. He sits waiting for his father to catch him still awake. Santa has not been part of his Christmas for a while.
He had been good, and never received what he asked for. The empty promise of Santa Claus was a farce, but he kept up his spirits for his little brother, who still believes.
The yelling from downstairs becomes louder and the little boy sighs. He may have to intercede to save his mother. He is angry at himself for not wanting to leave the safety of his bed. He is angry at his mother for not being stronger. He is angry at his father for making him go through this. He is angry at his brother for his innocence.
He is angry at Santa, because not once did he bring him what he wants.
A little brown haired boy bows his head and folds his hands.
His grandfather tells him that there is one thing that will get him through everything.
So he prays.
Dear God, please forgive them. All of them. I asked Santa again, but I have a feeling he will not give us what we need. It is not a want God. Please help us. In your name I pray, Amen.
He opens his eyes to find the house is quiet.
For the first time in a long time, the peace is finally here. A little boy realizes that Christmas is not about Santa, presents, or things.
God will get him through this.
Seeley Booth curls up next to his little brother and falls fast asleep.