The story I'm about to share is a story from my childhood that I still cannot explain to this day. It is a story about Santa Claus or could it have been another being of some sort?
It was around Christmas time and the soft December snow had already fallen. I believe I was about six years of age and my stomach fluttered with the excitement of Christmas magic and mysticism - intensifying with each passing day. I can still recall coming inside from sledding all day - my Grandmother greeting me with a hot cup of coco and feeling the burning sensation of earnest warmth while snuggling into the cozy sheets of my bed. I don't remember falling asleep, but the one thing that I will never forget is the sound that resonated from those bells upon waking.
The man I saw through the seams of my closed eyelids was dressed in a red coat that jingled as he walked. He sat his large red sack on the ground and turned away from me to rummage through the trinkets in the sack. I opened my eyes to get a better look at this man. My first thought was of Santa Claus, but upon closer examination this couldn't be the case.
While studying his back I could see the creases in his dirty coat which outlined a thin figure underneath. I was confused - if this wasn't Santa Claus then who was this strange 'man' who sauntered into my room? What's more, why did he come into my room rather than seek out the tree?
As he stood up and turned 'round I shut my eyes quickly - still peeking through slotted eyes. I could feel his attention fall heavily upon me, seeking evidence of authenticity to my slumber. His long white beared swayed like a metronome as he stood there. I shut my eyes slowly as to not give away any appearance of lucidity to my presence. After what felt like hours - I heard the bells fade away into the distance with the clopping of boots trailing close behind.
I quickly rose out of bed and sought out the space where he had placed his sack - some sort of evidence to this man's existence. There was only one object which stood out amongst the rest - its foreign appearance betraying any visual modesty. There sat - in the center of the room - a snow globe.
I don't know what happened to that snow globe, but I could never find it in later years. I must have lost it in the thicket of forgotten toys somewhere. I never saw this man again and this was one of the strangest experiences of my life.