{"id":5064,"date":"2008-12-30T02:16:45","date_gmt":"2008-12-30T07:16:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=5064"},"modified":"2026-07-22T09:27:57","modified_gmt":"2026-07-22T13:27:57","slug":"dear-santa-1860","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=5064","title":{"rendered":"Dear Santa, 1860 (by Puchi Ann)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Summary: \u00a0<\/span>It’s time again for Joe’s annual letter to Santa Claus, this time based on the events represented in the second season of Bonanza. \u00a0From Jennifer Beale to Ellie McClure and beyond, Little Joe is still having trouble dealing with the opposite sex and remains in great need of Santa Pa’s advice.<\/p>\n

Rated: K+ \u00a0WC 3800<\/p>\n

Dear Santa Series<\/strong>:<\/p>\n

Dear Santa, 1859
\n<\/a>Dear Santa, 1860
\n<\/a>Dear Santa, 1861<\/a><\/p>\n

Dear Santa, 1860<\/strong><\/p>\n

The house was dark, quiet and still as a solitary figure tiptoed down the stairs into the room below. \u00a0At each step he cast a furtive glance over his shoulder, but all was silent above, except for the reverberating snores of his brother Hoss. \u00a0Unlikely as it was that his bare footsteps could be heard above that, he continued his stealthy progress down the stairs. \u00a0It simply wouldn\u2019t do for Pa (much less his brothers) to catch him on this mission.\u00a0 That simply wasn\u2019t the way it was done; always, always this delivery was made in secret.<\/p>\n

Finally reaching the bottom, Little Joe scurried across the cold floor and propped the letter against his mother\u2019s picture. \u00a0He\u2019d been about eight when he\u2019d realized that looking at that picture always mellowed his father\u2019s thinking, and mellow was exactly the way he wanted Pa to be when he read this yearly missive. \u00a0Mission accomplished, he headed back up the stairs, about twice as fast as he\u2019d gone down, and scrambled back under the covers to escape the frosty December air.<\/p>\n

Ben found the letter the next morning, and though he was behind on the ranch bookwork, he couldn\u2019t resist the pull to open it. \u00a0He smiled at the familiar beginning:
\nDear Santa,<\/p>\n

I can explain.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s sure been some kind of year, huh, Santa? \u00a0Is it just \u2018cause I\u2019m growing up that each year seems more momentous than the last, or was this one really something else? \u00a0You\u2019ll have to decide, \u2018cause I sure can\u2019t.<\/p>\n

I know you told me last year that I couldn\u2019t use inexperience as an excuse for any problems with women, but I\u2019m beginning to think a fellow just can\u2019t get enough experience to prepare him for all the trouble those pretty skirts can swish his way. \u00a0At least, I didn\u2019t propose three times this year, so you could say I\u2019m doing better! \u00a0What I learned this year, though, was that a fellow don\u2019t even have to fall in love with a gal to be head-over-heels in trouble.<\/p>\n

Take Jennifer Beale, for instance. \u00a0I was determined not to repeat last year\u2019s mistakes by getting serious with every woman I dated, so that\u2019s why I picked her to take to the carnival. \u00a0A fellow\u2019s entitled to some fun, isn\u2019t he, Santa? \u00a0And that\u2019s what Jennifer was: a fun girl to go out with who wasn\u2019t any more ready to settle down and get serious than I was. \u00a0That should have made her safe, right?\u00a0 No such luck. \u00a0See, she\u2019s also rich, and that made her a target for that scoundrel Reed, who kidnapped her to hold for ransom. \u00a0I know that ain\u2019t my fault, and I did get her home safe again, but in between I witnessed a murder and got accused of it myself and had to hide out in all sorts of odd places\u2014well, likely as not, you read the Virginia City papers and know all the details already. \u00a0It was a mess and enough to make a fellow swear off dating . . . only I didn\u2019t exactly swear off it.<\/p>\n

Wasn\u2019t more than a week, in fact, before I was contemplating going out with another dangerous girl. \u00a0Oh, Dolly Kincaid herself wasn\u2019t dangerous, but her sheriff pa sure was, especially with his shotgun pointed at my chest! \u00a0I wasn\u2019t really interested in her, just feeling sorry for her, and Pa rightly convinced me that I shouldn\u2019t make trouble for her. \u00a0It would have been just toying with her feelings to no good purpose, so I changed my mind about going out with her. \u00a0Should have been the end of the story, right? \u00a0I mean, you don\u2019t stick lumps of coal in a fellow\u2019s stocking just for thinking about doing the wrong thing, do you? \u00a0Not if he don\u2019t go ahead and do it, right?<\/p>\n

Well, somebody sure decided I needed some lumps . . . namely, Vince Dagen, Dolly\u2019s no-good, bank-robbing boyfriend. \u00a0I know I asked for some of those lumps, baiting Dagen the way I did when he had me and Hoss trapped up in that wolf tracker\u2019s cabin, but it was the only way I could figure to make Dolly see what sort of man she\u2019d taken up with and to make an opening for me and Hoss to take advantage of. \u00a0A batch of bruises later, it worked, and I think Dolly and her pa are getting along a lot better these days. \u00a0I heard a decent fellow from over at Mormon Flats is sparking her now, with Sheriff Kincaid\u2019s permission, and I wish them all the best.<\/p>\n

So, I\u2019d tried dating just for fun and I\u2019d thought about dating out of pity (but didn\u2019t, remember? \u00a0I need everything in the \u201cnice\u201d pile that I can stack there this year!) and now I figured it was time to take it all a little more serious . . . without proposing right away.\u00a0 Learned my lesson, remember? \u00a0That\u2019s why I started spending a lot of time over at the McClane place, kind of shining up to Carrie. \u00a0Her uncle Abe needed a lot of help around the ranch, and I used that as my excuse; but if I\u2019m honest, I really went over there to see Carrie, who was all a fellow could ask for in a girl: pretty, sweet-natured, admiring, home-like. \u00a0She\u2019s the kind of girl I\u2019d like to marry someday, but I can\u2019t really think of her without being reminded of that awful night up on the mountain with Hoss\u2019s Uncle Gunnar. \u00a0He died saving my life, which to my mind made up for all the wrong he\u2019d done in raiding the McClane place and taking me and Carrie hostage, but even though I know Hoss don\u2019t hold anything against me, I sort of feel like I\u2019m the one that took his uncle from him. \u00a0I don\u2019t see any kind of future for me and Carrie until I can get past that.<\/p>\n

So that did it. \u00a0From then on, I swore I wouldn\u2019t be anything more than a friend to girls. \u00a0Even picked a nice, safe girl to be that to.\u00a0 Poor little Annie Croft. \u00a0Just wanted to bring a speck of pleasure into her lonely life by taking her that little rag doll and then when I realized she could learn to talk with her hands, I wanted to give her the world\u2014but still just out of friendship. \u00a0Was it my fault she fell in love with me? \u00a0Well, not real love\u2014just gratitude, like Pa said\u2014but try telling her that! \u00a0I handled it all wrong at first, but finally got things straightened out. \u00a0Annie\u2019s doing real well with her finger-talking now, and her pa\u2019s picking it up right quick, too. \u00a0He\u2019s her teacher now, and that\u2019s as it should be, \u2018cause I hate to tell you this, Santa, but when I go up there, Annie still sort of looks at me like\u2014well, uh, like she\u2019d like to do with me what I\u2019d rather do with Carrie McClane. \u00a0I don\u2019t want to encourage that, so I don\u2019t visit real often. \u00a0I hope you think I\u2019m handling that the right way.<\/p>\n

The next one\u2014yes, Santa, there was a next one! \u00a0Anyway, the next one I handled all wrong, too, but that\u2019s \u2018cause I didn\u2019t have no time to prepare myself. \u00a0I didn\u2019t ask to get myself landed up with Willow Hoad, much less her greasy kin. \u00a0I couldn\u2019t let her pa burn off the Ponderosa, could I? \u00a0I didn\u2019t want to kill him, but he left me no choice, and I don\u2019t figure I had much choice but to bring her home, either, little as I wanted that spitfire under the same roof as me. \u00a0Doggone it, Santa, she wanted to kill me! \u00a0You can\u2019t think I\u2019d want her anywhere near, even if certain older brothers did rib me unmerciful about cozying up to anything in a skirt. \u00a0Like they got room to talk\u2014Adam with his White Buffalo Woman and Hoss with that scheming Helen Layton!<\/p>\n

Even Pa got \u201cmarried\u201d this year, though maybe that don\u2019t count since the marriage license was a fake. \u00a0I know, I know\u2014that\u2019s between them and you. \u00a0I\u2019m only saying that if the three supposedly older and wiser Cartwrights had trouble with women, I don\u2019t see how you could expect me to do better, seeing as how I\u2019m the youngest and least . . . experienced. \u00a0Oh, yeah, I wasn\u2019t supposed to use that one again, but . . . well . . . I always will be the youngest, you know, as certain older brothers never fail to remind me. \u00a0It oughta be worth something, Santa, by way of explanation.<\/p>\n

Anyway, we worked through our difficulties with the Hoads, and Willow went off with her true love.\u00a0 (No accounting for taste.) \u00a0After that, I stayed so busy with other things that I didn\u2019t have much time for girls, but I still managed to get myself into one more fine pickle because of one. \u00a0I knew Mary Parsons, of course, but I never even thought about dating her. \u00a0No real reason; just didn\u2019t see her that way. \u00a0Don\u2019t think she saw me that way, either; she just used my name as someone she knew her pa wouldn\u2019t object to.\u00a0 Object to! \u00a0He was pleased as punch when he thought we\u2019d snuck off and married up . . . and mad as blazes when I told him I hadn\u2019t even seen Mary, much less eloped with her.<\/p>\n

Sure hated to hear she\u2019d been killed.\u00a0 She\u2019d been a school friend, if never a girlfriend, and she was always a nice girl. \u00a0She deserved better than what she got from Jerome Bell, but with her whole family convinced that I was the one who\u2019d murdered her, I couldn\u2019t spare much thought for poor Mary. \u00a0Thank God for my brothers, who worked hard to prove that I was innocent and to find the real killer. \u00a0Stuff their stockings full for that one, Santa!<\/p>\n

I ain\u2019t much for watching men die on the gallows, but Bell hanging is one man I\u2019d\u2019ve been glad to see with a noose around his neck. \u00a0Me and my whole family was all wrapped up in another mess by then, though. \u00a0Pa sure comes up with some of the doggonedest friends. \u00a0Major Cayley seemed all right, and we were glad to help out with his balloon experiments. \u00a0At least, I was until Hoss pulled that mean trick of sending me up in the balloon against my will. \u00a0You know how I feel about heights, don\u2019t you, Santa? \u00a0I think you ought to put at least one lump of coal in his stocking this year for that stunt, but you can fill it the rest of the way with his favorite horehound drops, \u2018cause, truth be told, he\u2019s about the best brother a fellow could have . . . when he ain\u2019t in a prank-pullin\u2019 mood.<\/p>\n

Anyway, turned out that Major Cayley\u2019s only interest in balloons was using them to get away after robbing the bank. \u00a0I tell you, Santa, we Cartwrights have dealt with so many bank robbers and other assorted thieves this year that we might as well take up detective work, instead of ranching! \u00a0First, there was Sam Kirby, who hired on here at the Ponderosa to hide out after robbing the bank. \u00a0I was kind of suspicious of him, right off, but he turned out to be better than I thought he was. \u00a0(I wasn\u2019t just jealous of his way with horses, no matter what Hoss and Adam have told you!) \u00a0I sort of think I helped turn him around, so let\u2019s add that to my \u201cnice\u201d pile, okay, Santa? \u00a0(I\u2019m gonna need to stack it high for what came later.)<\/p>\n

So then Hoss gets tangled up out in the desert with some men trying to steal army gold, and after that Pa\u2019s old friend Denver McKee turns rustler, spoiling my chances with his daughter Connie (more female trouble!) and then there was that Vince Dagen robbery and good old Uncle Gunnar, the Comanchero and, finally, Major Cayley. \u00a0Oh, and I guess we ought to count Jock Henry as a sort of thief, too, charging taxes for unborn chickens and such. \u00a0The territory\u2019s been plumb overrun with robbers and rustlers and scoundrels and schemers. \u00a0Is it any wonder that when I heard about old man Harrison\u2019s plot to bankrupt his own bank, my first thought was to rob the bank before he could? \u00a0At the time it seemed like a good way to keep the money safe until we could get those bonds cashed and delivered back to the bank\u2019s depositors. \u00a0Don\u2019t seem fair that me and Hoss ended up with a price on our heads and a stay in the county jail. \u00a0Our hearts were in the right place, Santa! \u00a0Just not our heads, maybe, but don\u2019t you think all this law-breakin\u2019 goin\u2019 on around us might\u2019ve had some bad influence? \u00a0I wish you\u2019d think long and hard about it before filling my stocking, even though I know this one has to go in the \u201cnaughty\u201d pile.<\/p>\n

While we\u2019re on that subject, there\u2019s one other thing that belongs in that pile, and I\u2019m afraid it\u2019s a big one. \u00a0You heard about Red Twilight, didn\u2019t you?\u00a0 The man who shot Hoss. \u00a0No one deserved killing like he did, and I . . . well, I came right close to doing it myself . . . forgetting all I\u2019d been taught and just shooting him in pure vengeance. \u00a0Adam sort of covered for me, like the good, loyal brother he is, but I\u2019ve wondered ever since if Pa guessed how close I came to making myself no better than Twilight. \u00a0I\u2019m real sorry about it and real grateful to my big brother for keeping me from shaming this whole family and grieving Pa\u2019s heart.<\/p>\n

I got nothing to ask for myself this year, Santa, but I sure hope you\u2019ll be extra good to Hoss and Adam (except for that one lump of coal I mentioned). \u00a0They\u2019ve both had a rough year, had their hearts broke by women worse than I have; Hoss lost his uncle and then nearly died himself, and Adam probably wished he could give his own life, rather than kill his friend Ross, like he was forced to do. \u00a0So, be good to them, and if either of their \u201cnice\u201d piles runs a mite short, take some from mine to make up the difference. \u00a0Now that I look back over 1860, I don\u2019t think there\u2019s enough in that pile to make up for bank robbery and a vengeful heart and a few other not-to-be-mentioned misdeeds in the other stack, so Hoss and Adam might as well have \u2018em.<\/p>\n

Thanks for listening,<\/p>\n

Little Joe Cartwright<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A soft, bittersweet smile played at Ben\u2019s mouth as he set the letter aside and drew out a sheet of stationery. \u00a0As usual, he couldn\u2019t resist replying immediately, no matter how much work piled up while he did so. \u00a0Joe wouldn\u2019t see the answer until Christmas morning, but Ben usually managed to convey with a kind look or a wink that all was well between them. \u00a0He wanted to record his response, however, while the emotions playing in his heart were still fresh. \u00a0They\u2019d run a gamut throughout this letter, just as his volatile young son\u2019s must have throughout this most \u201cmomentous\u201d year, as Joseph had termed it.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy dear young friend,\u201d he began, as he always did, keeping alive the fantasy that the letter came from jolly old Saint Nick:<\/p>\n

When someone has your youthful zest for life, every year is momentous, but this one has been particularly full for you and your family. \u00a0That you have all come through it alive, well and healthy is little short of amazing!<\/p>\n

I am pleased to see that you have tried to follow old Santa\u2019s advice this year, and for the most part I think you\u2019ve done well. \u00a0At your age a mistake here and there is expected; the important thing is to learn from them, and I believe you have.<\/p>\n

First of all, you have learned that women are unbelievably complicated creatures. \u00a0I wish I could tell you that one day you would solve all their mysteries, but honesty compels me to say that they will maintain that quality throughout your life . . . yes, even when you\u2019ve found the right one to grace your home. \u00a0I am glad to see that you have slowed down your pursuit of that one special woman, and I am confident that you will one day find her and that some year I will see a tiny stocking or two hanging beside your own. \u00a0That will make Santa very happy! \u00a0But there\u2019s no hurry.<\/p>\n

At your age you are certainly justified in dating simply for the pleasure of being with an attractive young lady, so long as she is of the same mind. \u00a0That was the case with you and Jennifer, and as to what happened at the carnival, Santa thinks you comported yourself exactly as a young gentleman should. \u00a0You protected the young woman, even at risk of your own life, and while another innocent life was lost in the process, that responsibility lies solely on the soul of Mr. Reed.<\/p>\n

I was concerned to read about you baiting Vince Dagen while in his power. \u00a0That was a very dangerous maneuver, young man! \u00a0Please consider that the next time you find yourself in a jeopardous situation. \u00a0(Unfortunately, in this territory, Santa can almost assure you that there will be a next time, and you are far too impulsive in the way you often deal with such situations.) \u00a0I\u2019m only glad that this time your stratagem did work and that you were able to help Dolly return to her father.<\/p>\n

On the other hand, you handled yourself in the best manner possible during that incident with Hoss\u2019s uncle. \u00a0No impulsive or imprudent actions, just calm courage in the face of almost certain death. \u00a0Santa is justifiably proud of your conduct and you should be, too. \u00a0While we all grieve with Hoss in his loss, you are certainly not in any way to blame for Gunnar\u2019s death. \u00a0I remember him from the time he was a boy, and he was already set on the wrong course, even then, with his focus on material things and his tendency to take from the till of his sister\u2019s store what he had not earned by hard work there. \u00a0Learn from him that the small choices you make as a young man will chart your path in later years, but don\u2019t let feelings of guilt rob you of a potential relationship with Miss McClane. \u00a0If you decide she\u2019s not the one, that\u2019s fine\u2014there\u2019s no hurry, remember?\u2014but don\u2019t let it be for reasons of guilt. \u00a0You bear none and, therefore, should transfer none to her.<\/p>\n

I believe you are correct in keeping some distance between you and Annie Croft. \u00a0She\u2019s a sweet young lady, and as the world opens up before her, she will eventually understand that her true feelings for you are those of gratitude.\u00a0 Too frequent contact might slow that process, however; so, yes, don\u2019t visit too often. \u00a0Fortunately, the advent of winter will keep you close to home for the next few months and create that distance naturally without your giving the appearance of avoiding the girl.<\/p>\n

Frankly, young man, you could have managed that Willow Hoad affair a bit better. \u00a0Not the original incident. \u00a0You had no choice in regard to her father\u2019s attempt to burn off the Ponderosa, but certain elves have reported that you went to the Hoad camp against the advice of your older brother Adam. \u00a0A tragic death, which you failed to mention in your letter, could have been avoided if you had listened to him. \u00a0I know you shot in self defense, but it\u2019s always better to stay out of situations where the need can arise. \u00a0And it does little good to plead inexperience if you refuse to listen to the wisdom of those \u201colder and wiser\u201d than yourself when it is offered. \u00a0Furthermore, using all the lawlessness in the territory as an excuse for your own foray into bank robbing is completely ridiculous. \u00a0If anything, seeing what happened to all those other \u201crobbers and rustlers and scoundrels and schemers\u201d should have been an incentive to you to avoid following their example!<\/p>\n

Your attitude toward Red Twilight is more serious, and I am exceedingly glad that this time you did allow your older brother to guide you to a better choice. \u00a0His wisdom and experience, as well as that of your other brother and your father is always available to you. \u00a0Seek it out, my boy, whenever you are troubled about difficult decisions. \u00a0Ultimately, you must make your own, but they are all there to help you.<\/p>\n

I am also pleased to see your compassionate concern for your brothers\u2019 troubles. \u00a0As you say, it has been a difficult year for everyone in your family, but the love you personify in your final requests has always been the Cartwrights\u2019 greatest asset in facing difficult times. \u00a0Be assured, Santa will be generous with your brothers and with you, as well.<\/p>\n

Merry Christmas, Joseph!<\/p>\n

Your personal Santa<\/p>\n

* * * * *<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Each of the Cartwrights took a bulging stocking from the mantle on Christmas morning and sat down to explore its contents. \u00a0Little Joe took the envelope his contained, smiled across the room at his father and slipped it into the pocket of his robe. \u00a0The contents of this yearly letter tended to be personal, so he always waited until he could be alone to read it.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey! \u00a0What\u2019s this?\u201d Hoss demanded loudly.<\/p>\n

Little Joe looked up to see his older brother sitting on the hearth, the contents of his stocking dumped in the floor before him. \u00a0From the middle of an imposing pile of horehound drops, the big man plucked and held out for everyone\u2019s view . . . exactly one lump of coal.<\/p>\n

Seeing Joe\u2019s appreciative\u2014and suspicious-looking\u2014grin, Hoss scowled at him. \u00a0\u201cJoe, you dadgum little nuisance, you put this here, didn\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe raised both palms in a display of innocence.\u00a0 \u201cNot me,\u201d he said. \u00a0\u201cStockings are Santa\u2019s business, and I stay out of it.\u201d \u00a0He caught the wink of his father\u2019s eye, and his grin broadened. \u00a0Stockings might be Santa\u2019s business, but it was good to know that, on occasion, Santa was open to suggestion and that he took as dim a view of hoisting a fellow into the clouds as did his youngest son.<\/p>\n

\u00a0The End<\/p>\n

\u00a9 December, 2008<\/p>\n

Next Story in the Dear Santa Series<\/strong>:<\/p>\n

Dear Santa, 1861<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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Rated: K+ \u00a0WC 3800<\/p>\n

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