Santa Claus made a visit to our ward Christmas party last week. I chatted with him for a moment before he hopped on his sleigh back to the North Pole. It's both traditional and polite to show an interest in other people's interests, so I asked him how his evening in our ward went. “Say Santa,” I queried with casual concern, “ what are the kids asking for this year?”
“Well...” replied Santa, holding his hands on his belly to prevent it from jiggling like a bowlful of jelly as he talked, “ kids in this ward were remarkably good this year, remarkably good. That is why I am so troubled about what the popular toy is this year....”
“Oh really?” I remarked, struggling to mask my intrinsic fear that maybe I might not get what I asked for.
He continued. “The popular toy this year is a puppy- a real live puppy!” he continued, with a somewhat worried look on his face. “ As you well know, we can't make live puppies in Santa's Workshop, at least not yet. Only God can make puppies.”
Then, as Santa is always prone to do, he finished our short discussion with an upbeat story.
“There was one little boy, however, who asked for something very unique.”
His statement trapped my wandering mind back to the present. “Why? What did he want?”
Santa paused for a moment, as if preparing to say something remarkably deep. “He wanted nothing! When I asked what Santa could bring him on Christmas Day, he replied very politely, 'I don't care Santa. You can bring me whatever you want for Christmas.'
“I have a feeling,” quipped Santa, as he strapped himself into his sleigh preparing to leave, “that that little boy will have the most merriest Christmas of all!”