His Christmas Cold

The night before Christmas my 6-year-old grandson was elated, for he knew Santa would bring him bagful of gorgeous gifts and he would come at night alighting through the chimney. So, if there was one in the new house he wanted to see. He ran upstairs to look at the roof top, but couldn't find one, in tears, he said Santa's visit his fate had surely undone. I assured, Santa would come through the window of his room that he kept wide open to the freezing wind blowing at night. At morn, seeing all the gifts by his side he tried to shout in joy, but his voice was choked, gripped by the biting bout of cold.