Sean+Diehl

Title Little Oliver believed in Christmas, he believed in Christmas more than any other little boy in the entire world, most likely. He believed in togetherness, presents, cookies, and dinners with his entire family. The only thing he doubted was the most important belief of all; Santa Claus.

Oliver didn’t believe there was a Santa, because one time his crazy uncle Bazzle told him he didn’t exist! All his friends and teachers laughed at him because he didn’t believe. All the other little children his age believed, and all the adults seemed to believe in him, too. Oliver loved Christmas and everything about it, but refused to believe in Santa.

Then, one night, three nights before Christmas, Oliver came up with a master plan. One so good, that he was sure to succeed. Oliver was going to sneak downstairs Christmas Eve night, and catch whoever was putting presents under his tree. It was perfect!

It would be very simple for Oliver to do it. He would wait quietly in his bed, until Christmas morning. As soon as he heard noise downstairs, he would sneak downstairs, and catch them! It was impossible to fail!

It was the night before Christmas, and Oliver just got finished baking cookies with his Mom. He poured a big glass of milk, and set the cookies and milk out on the table near their big bright tree. “I’m really going to get him!” thought Oliver. So he kissed his mom and dad goodnight, and went up to bed.

Little Oliver was wide awake in bed, even though he was supposed to be sleeping. He was too excited to sleep! He must have waited for hours! All the time while he waited, he just thought back. Thought back to when he told his parents he didn’t believe in the big fat man.

The night before, at their big Christmas Eve dinner, Oliver’s mom and dad said “what do you think Santa Claus will bring you?” Oliver just laughed, and said “I don’t believe in Santa Claus!” His parents just shook their head, and told them “He is real, he is! And you’ll see tomorrow morning.”

Oliver asked only for a bike, an xbox, and a few video games for Christmas, and he swore he’d get them. He was going to catch his parents putting the presents under the tree, not Santa. The time was almost here to catch them!

Oliver started to get sleepy, so he got up and walked around, going over his plan in his head one more time. He would go downstairs quietly, and catch his mom and dad instead of Santa. He opened his bedroom door, and tip-toed softly down the hallway, past his mom and dad’s room. Their door was shut, and their lights were off, so he thought they were trying to trick him.

Oliver made his was down the steps, being careful not to wake anyone up. And when he got to the bottom of his staircase, he saw behind his Christmas tree, a pair of big, black boots. Oliver creeped closer, and got around the tree, only to see a big, fat man in a red suit climbing out of his window! Oliver was shocked, and he ran over to look out of the window, to get a better look at the man, but he was gone. All Oliver heard was a hearty “Ho-ho-ho!” ring through the night.