Santa Claus Cures A Cold

by Carl Goldman

It was a frigid December evening, with snowflakes dancing through the crisp air, when something truly magical happened. In a small town nestled snugly among the hills, a little boy named Timmy lay tucked under his warm blankets, his nose as red as a cherry, and his throat scratchier than sandpaper.

Timmy had caught a terrible cold just days before Christmas. His spirits were as low as the mercury in a thermometer, for he feared he would miss out on all the festive cheer. No carols, no sleigh rides, and certainly no visits from Santa Claus. For a child like Timmy, whose heart brimmed with the wonder of the season, this was an unbearable thought.

However, unbeknownst to Timmy, help was on its way, and it was arriving on a sleigh pulled not by reindeer, but by the jolly man himself — Santa Claus.

As the clock struck midnight, a soft jingling of bells echoed through Timmy’s room. His eyes widened with wonder as a figure, cloaked in red from head to toe, stepped into the glow of his bedside lamp. It was Santa Claus, his hearty laugh filling the room like the warmth of a crackling fire.

“Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas, Timmy!” Santa boomed, his eyes twinkling brighter than the stars in the winter sky.

Timmy’s heart leaped with joy at the sight of the legendary figure standing before him. His cold forgotten, he sat up in bed, his eyes wide with amazement.

“S-Santa Claus? Is that really you?” Timmy stammered, scarcely daring to believe his luck.

The old man chuckled warmly, his voice as comforting as the embrace of a loved one. “Indeed it is, my boy! And I’ve heard you’re not feeling too well. I couldn’t let that stand, especially on Christmas Eve!”

With a wave of his hand, Santa produced a small vial filled with a shimmering liquid that sparkled like freshly fallen snow.

“This, Timmy, is a special elixir brewed in my workshop at the North Pole. It contains the magic of Christmas itself, guaranteed to chase away any cold, sniffles, or sneezes.”

Timmy’s eyes widened with wonder as Santa handed him the vial. With a grateful smile, he swallowed the potion in one swift gulp. And lo and behold, as if by the flick of a magic wand, Timmy felt a warmth spreading through his body, banishing his cold as swiftly as it had come.

With a hearty laugh and a twinkle in his eye, Santa bid Timmy farewell, promising to return once more on Christmas Eve.

And so, dear readers, as the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, Timmy awoke with a heart full of joy and a smile as bright as the Christmas star. For on that magical night, he had been visited by none other than Santa Claus himself, who had cured his cold and filled his heart with the spirit of Christmas once more.

And as Timmy watched the snowflakes dance outside his window, he knew that with a little bit of magic and a whole lot of love, anything was possible on this most wondrous of nights.

This story is another terrific vehicle to market Christmas through stories and memories.

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