“I have a new job,” said Ben’s dad one day,
so they moved to a house with a big yard to play.
Ben loved his new home, but he had a new worry—
There’s no chimney! he thought as the snow started to flurry.;
“How will Santa get in?” he said to his dad.
“It’s magic, my son. No need to be sad.”
Ben wasn’t convinced as he lay wide awake.
He turned to his dog, his furry friend, Jake.
“What will Santa do when he lands on our roof?”
Jake’s ears perked up and he barked,
On the bus the next morning, Ben gave Holly a frown.
“Without a chimney, how will Santa get down?”
Holly said, “I know! A magic key!”
But Ben wasn’t sure just where one could be.
Ben sat at his desk and stared at the wall.
“What’s wrong?” asked his teacher, Mrs. Hall.
“Magic!” he yelled. “And is there really a key?
How will Santa get in when we have no chimney?”
“I don’t have a chimney,” Mrs. Hall said.
“But Santa still visits if I stay in my bed.”
I’ll ask Santa; he seems pretty kind.
I’ll write that big guy, I’m sure he won’t mind.
Ben sat on his bed with his thoughts and a crayon,
“Dear Santa,” he started, “I’m your biggest fan.”
Outside Ben’s window walked Mailman Fred.
Ben finished his note and jumped from the bed.
“Please get this to Santa—it’s urgent!” he cried.
“I’m worried that Santa won’t make it inside!”
Fred smiled and said, “No worries today,”
looking back at Ben as he drove away.
“Santa can use your dryer vent!” he called out.
Ben was puzzled. What was Fred talking about?
Later that day Ben’s letter was dropped in a box,
mixed in with others seeking puppies and blocks.
To Santa Claus, Indiana, with a
picked up by an elf in a red and green hat.
Ben’s letter was read by this friendly young elf,
who then showed the letter to Santa himself.
“This is asked all the time. You know what to say.”
The elf smiled at Santa and went on his way.
On Christmas Eve, Ben got Santa’s letter.
He really hoped it’d make everything better.
He tore it open.
It started, “Dear Ben . . .”
Dear Ben,
Thank you for your letter. The Elves and I have been hard at work preparing for my journey. We hope you’ll keep the meaning of Christmas alive by being kind and thinking of others. Don’t worry about the chimney–didn’t your dad tell you? I’m magic!
Believe.
Santa and the Elves
Ben’s dad winked. “Santa’s coming tonight!”
Ben smiled at Dad. “I knew you were right!”
