{"id":5067,"date":"2009-12-15T02:23:25","date_gmt":"2009-12-15T07:23:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=5067"},"modified":"2025-02-27T12:22:11","modified_gmt":"2025-02-27T17:22:11","slug":"dear-santa-1861","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=5067","title":{"rendered":"Dear Santa, 1861 (by Puchi Ann)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Summary: \u00a0<\/span>Little Joe writes his annual letter to Santa Claus and sneaks downstairs to deliver it secretly, but someone is already down there to catch him in this most private act of the Christmas season.<\/p>\n

Rated: K \u00a0WC \u00a02600<\/p>\n

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

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

 <\/p>\n

Dear Santa, 1861<\/strong><\/p>\n

Little Joe Cartwright sat at his desk, gazing out the window at the stars in the midnight sky as he pensively nibbled the end of his pen. \u00a0What to say . . . it seemed to get harder each year to frame his thoughts in this yearly letter. \u00a0Maybe he should just skip it . . . grow up and quit playing this letter-to-Santa game with Pa, but he had a feeling Pa\u2019d be disappointed if he did, and, truth was, he\u2019d miss those responses that always came his way on Christmas morning. \u00a0They gave good guidance for resolutions for the year to come. . . even if they normally got broken before\u2014sometimes long before\u2014Valentine\u2019s Day. \u00a0With a rueful smile he dipped the pen in the inkwell and began to write:<\/p>\n

Dear Santa,<\/p>\n

I can explain.<\/p>\n

Well, maybe there\u2019s not so much to explain this year, \u2018cause I am growing up and not making as many mistakes . . . at least, I don\u2019t think I am.\u00a0 You\u2019d be a better judge. \u00a0I guess I ought to explain why this letter comes so late again. \u00a0I was gonna do better about that this year, but there\u2019s been a lot of extra goings on here recently, what with finding Gabrielle and helping her find her grandpa and getting run off with a shotgun and just today traipsing back up the mountain after her when she had to give it one more try.\u00a0 Whew! \u00a0I figure you know all about that, though, and I sure hope she won\u2019t be disappointed, come Christmas morning\u2014that\u2019s day after tomorrow, in case time\u2019s slipped up on you, too.<\/p>\n

Having her here has sure reminded me of how much I have to be thankful for, especially in the strong ties of our family. \u00a0I\u2019m extra grateful, too, for my brothers, having come close to losing both of them this year: Hoss to that hateful Clarence Bolling and Adam to that fellow Kane out in the desert. \u00a0I ain\u2019t sure yet what all happened to Adam, \u2018cause he don\u2019t like to talk about it, but I know it still gives him nightmares. \u00a0Maybe you can\u2019t hear him moaning, all the way to the North Pole, where you sleep, but me being just across the hall, I hear everything and it worries me. \u00a0Wish he still wrote to you like I do, Santa, \u2018cause I think he could use one of your helpful letters back, but you know Adam, way too grown up for Santa Claus or anything else that\u2019s either fun or sensible\u2014the right kind of sensible, I mean.<\/p>\n

Truth is, he\u2019s been in a whole heap more trouble than me this year. \u00a0Shot by Cochise\u2019s warriors, jailed by Asa Moran, nearly lynched in place of an escaped convict\u2014all that even before he went through that hell with Kane. \u00a0Not to mention having to accuse his pal Bill Enders of robbery and murder and then take a wild ride to prove he was right. \u00a0(Every now and then that Yankee granite head of his stands him in good stead.) \u00a0Still, it\u2019s been another rough year for ole Adam. \u00a0That\u2019s why I\u2019m hoping you give him something warm and comforting for Christmas (and not any more gloomy books; he has enough of those!)<\/p>\n

Things ain\u2019t been much better for Hoss, neither. \u00a0First off, the guilt over accidentally killing Arthur Bolling and then more guilt from Miss Susan being crippled in that wagon accident. \u00a0And you know how he is: he even felt guilty about all that happened to Margie Owens, and that just ain\u2019t right! \u00a0She\u2019s the one ignored a good man, namely Hoss, to go off with that tall, fancy-talking stranger, who turned out to be a no-gooder to end all no-gooders. \u00a0I reckon she brought it on herself, but she sure didn\u2019t deserve to die for choosing the wrong man. \u00a0No woman does.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s Hoss I care most about, though. \u00a0He kind of figures if he\u2019d pushed harder to make her see him, she\u2019d still be breathing, so it must be his fault she ain\u2019t. \u00a0That\u2019s the kind of twisted-up thinking Adam calls convoluted when I spout it, but neither one of us knows how to untangle it when it\u2019s in Hoss\u2019s head. \u00a0Santa, you just gotta drop something in his stocking, or maybe his ear, that\u2019ll straighten him out! \u00a0Well, maybe you already did, by sending Gabrielle to us. \u00a0Helping other folks comes natural to Hoss, whether it\u2019s her or Danny Lynch\u2019s mama from Ireland or them folks whose land was so parched for water last summer, and it always takes his mind off his own troubles. \u00a0So, maybe you already done give him the best present, just by sending our way another little gal in need of help.<\/p>\n

Feeling his fingers cramping up, Joe set the pen aside, stood and walked over to the window. \u00a0He raised the sash and breathed in the crisp, cold air, scented with the familiar fragrance of pine. \u00a0There\u2019d been a feel of snow in the air when they\u2019d ridden back from town, after taking Gabrielle back to the Pastors, and now the first flakes had begun to fall. \u00a0The stars, though, still twinkled their hopeful light against the black drape of the sky. \u00a0For a moment the deep peace of Christmas stillness settled over him; then he shivered a little and lowered the window.\u00a0 It was late, and he was tired, but he wanted to finish this letter tonight, so he moved dutifully back to his desk and again took up his pen:<\/p>\n

Santa, I can almost hear you telling me to quit using my brothers as a smoke screen and get on with my own business. \u00a0It\u2019s a good thing, me thinking about other folks first, though, ain\u2019t it?\u00a0 You said so last year.\u00a0 Oh, you saying there\u2019s limits? \u00a0Okay, on with it, then.<\/p>\n

Guess I might as well start with women. \u00a0It\u2019s pretty near always women with me, ain\u2019t it? \u00a0I\u2019d probably have me the shiniest halo in the whole dadburned territory if it wasn\u2019t for women. \u00a0Yeah, I know . . . no excuse.<\/p>\n

Leastwise, I only proposed to two of them this year, and even if Melinda Banning wasn\u2019t all she should be in a wife. (being drawn to ole Adam the way she was), at least she was an improvement over Tirzah from a couple years back. \u00a0Laura, though . . . that was true love, Santa, and my heart still screams \u201cWhy?\u201d over that one.\u00a0 Why\u2019d she have to take sick?\u00a0 Why\u2019d she have to die? \u00a0Why couldn\u2019t we just live in that little cabin Adam and Hoss helped me fix up until we were old and gray with a dozen grandkids playing at our feet? \u00a0It could have been so beautiful, that life we planned together. \u00a0Why couldn\u2019t we have it, Santa?<\/p>\n

Joe dropped the pen and wiped his cheeks dry. \u00a0He\u2019d thought he was through with tears over Laura, but here they were again, sharp as ever, razors lancing his heart. \u00a0And they\u2019d smudged the ink on this letter, so Pa\u2019d know he was still hurting. \u00a0He picked up the sheet of stationery, intending to crumple it up and throw it away, but he couldn\u2019t. \u00a0It would have been like throwing his feelings for her away, and he could never do that.\u00a0 \u201cSanta\u201d would understand. \u00a0With determination he swiped away the tears once more, took up his pen again and continued to write:<\/p>\n

Pa told me to keep a warm place for Laura in my heart, but not to carry her on my shoulders the rest of my life. \u00a0I ain\u2019t forgot, and I try, but sometimes it\u2019s hard, like at Christmas. \u00a0This would have been our first Christmas together in that cabin; it would have been so special, but I guess all Christmases are special, if we let them be. \u00a0I\u2019m choosing to let this one be, so don\u2019t worry about me, okay, Santa?<\/p>\n

As for my other female troubles, I don\u2019t feel rightly responsible for them. \u00a0Take Lee Bolden for instance. \u00a0I was just doing an errand for Pa, taking a bank draft to the widow of a friend. \u00a0No way I could have predicted I\u2019d get caught up with bank robbers, was there?\u00a0 Of course not. \u00a0Pure happenstance . . . even if I do seem to have a talent for happenstance.<\/p>\n

I guess I have to take some responsibility for what went on with Jennifer Flinch. \u00a0After all, I was trying to catch her eye. \u00a0She was a cute little gal, but as it turned out, a whole lot more conniving than cute. \u00a0I\u2019d ask Pa for advice about how to tell the difference, but after him bringing the \u201cmost charming and most conniving witch,\u201d as he called her, into our house, I ain\u2019t so sure he knows either. \u00a0Anyway, Jennifer wasn\u2019t nowhere near as bad as Lady Chadwick. \u00a0She just had an uncle in trouble, and all her conniving was to get help for him. \u00a0Makes it easier to forgive, I reckon. \u00a0As for her picking Hoss over me, well . . . I guess I forgive her that one, too, \u2018cause he is the better man. \u00a0(Don\u2019t tell him I said so!)<\/p>\n

And, well, I have to admit I\u2019m not one hundred percent not-to-blame for Su Ling, either, although I do<\/em> know the difference between a girl and a horse, in case you\u2019re wondering! \u00a0But I have learned my lesson about making sure I know the stakes before I get into card games that end up with Chinese warlords and their whole armies invading the Ponderosa. \u00a0I think you can count on me not getting us into that kind of situation again.<\/p>\n

Just so you won\u2019t think I\u2019ve done nothing but get into trouble this year, I might mention that I did manage to save my family from getting lynched in Alkali. \u00a0It was a big gamble that I could get back with help before that crooked Sheriff Gains strung them up, but this time I knew the stakes, and they couldn\u2019t have been higher. \u00a0Won the bet, too, Santa! \u00a0Don\u2019t you think that, set against all my slipups, still stacks high enough for a little something sweet in my stocking?<\/p>\n

Oh, and I know I\u2019m extra late getting this to you, so don\u2019t press yourself to get me an answer by Christmas morning. \u00a0I know you got a lot to do tomorrow, what with traipsing all over the world to visit all the good little girls and boys . . . like me!<\/p>\n

Your friend,<\/p>\n

Little Joe Cartwright<\/p>\n

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With a gusty exhale of satisfaction, he blotted the writing and folded the letter. \u00a0He didn\u2019t bother sealing it, since it didn\u2019t have to travel through the regular mail, but just scrawled \u201cTo Santa\u201d on the front and slipped out into the silent hallway. \u00a0He inched past Adam\u2019s open door on tiptoe and made his way soundlessly down the stairs. \u00a0He\u2019d just reached the lower landing when someone softly called, \u201cHey.\u201d<\/p>\n

Startled, Little Joe dropped his letter. \u00a0Doggone! \u00a0Should\u2019ve known it was too blame quiet upstairs for Hoss to be asleep.<\/em> \u00a0He bent to retrieve the letter and held it behind his back as he came down the remaining stairs. \u00a0\u201cWhat you doin\u2019 up?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

Sitting in Pa\u2019s chair by the fire, Hoss chuckled. \u00a0\u201cI\u2019d ask you the same thing, but I reckon I already know.\u201d<\/p>\n

Little Joe shrugged. \u00a0\u201cJust couldn\u2019t sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss\u2019s chuckles deepened, although he was clearly trying to keep them quiet. \u00a0\u201c\u2018Til you got your Santy letter writ, you mean.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe\u2019s nose crinkled in distaste as he brought the letter from behind his back.\u00a0 \u201cHow\u2019d you know?\u201d \u00a0This Santa-letter business was supposed to be a secret between him and Pa.<\/p>\n

Hoss grinned almost wickedly. \u00a0\u201cEverybody knows.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe closed his eyes in obvious embarrassment. \u00a0\u201cAdam, too?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLittle brother, you been proppin\u2019 them letters to Santa up against your ma\u2019s picture since you was a tiny thing,\u201d Hoss said. \u00a0\u201cOnly a fool could miss \u2018em, and Adam ain\u2019t no fool.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou ain\u2019t read \u2018em?\u201d Little Joe asked anxiously.<\/p>\n

\u201cJoseph!\u201d \u00a0Hoss managed to keep the chiding hiss under his breath. \u00a0\u201cYou know better than that.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe settled down on the hearth, drawing his legs up.\u00a0 \u201cYeah, I reckon I do.\u00a0 Sorry. \u00a0It\u2019s just . . .\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019s important,\u201d Hoss finished with an understanding nod.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah.\u201d \u00a0Joe looked up at his brother. \u00a0\u201cSo, what are you doin\u2019 up?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust couldn\u2019t sleep.\u201d \u00a0Hoss tried to shrug, but the gesture came off as dishonest, and he never felt the need to be that way with his little brother. \u00a0\u201cI keep thinkin\u2019 about that little gal.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGabrielle?\u201d \u00a0Joe didn\u2019t wait for confirmation.\u00a0 \u201cShe\u2019s gonna be fine, Hoss. \u00a0The Pastors\u2019ll give her a good home.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, but you heard her cry all the way down that mountain, Joe.\u201d \u00a0Hoss stared miserably into the fire. \u00a0\u201cIt\u2019s her grandpa she wants.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe he ain\u2019t what\u2019s best for her, Hoss,\u201d Joe suggested tentatively.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe,\u201d Hoss conceded, \u201cbut you of all people ought to know what it\u2019s like to want someone you can\u2019t have.\u201d<\/p>\n

Little Joe stiffened. \u00a0\u201cYou mean Laura?\u201d he murmured, eyes fixed on the letter in his hands as if it had somehow betrayed the secrets of his heart.<\/p>\n

\u201cAw, doggone,\u201d Hoss moaned with sudden misery at having reawakened that pain for his little brother. \u00a0\u201cNo, I meant your ma, but . . . yeah . . . Laura, too. \u00a0Wouldn\u2019t you give anything to have her . . . or Ma . . . here for Christmas?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d Joe whispered wistfully.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, that\u2019s what that little gal\u2019s feelin\u2019,\u201d Hoss insisted, \u201cfor her ma and pa and her grandpa, too. \u00a0They\u2019s gone, like all the ones we\u2019ve lost, but he\u2019s still here and right close, and it don\u2019t seem right, them not bein\u2019 together for Christmas.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe sighed. \u00a0\u201cI know, but that kind of miracle\u2019s best left to God, don\u2019t you think?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI reckon,\u201d Hoss said slowly. \u00a0He looked over at his brother and smiled. \u00a0\u201cThanks, Shortshanks.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe shook his head. \u00a0\u201cI didn\u2019t do nothin\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou listened,\u201d Hoss said. \u00a0\u201cSometimes that\u2019s the best something of all.\u201d \u00a0He grinned as he gestured toward the letter in Joe\u2019s hand. \u00a0\u201cAin\u2019t that what them letters to Santy\u2019s all about . . . just someone to listen to what\u2019s bottled up inside?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, and I\u2019d better get this one delivered,\u201d Joe said as he stood up. \u00a0\u201cYou goin\u2019 to bed? \u00a0If we\u2019re gonna be ready for that party we invited Gabrielle and the Pastors to, we got a ton of work to do tomorrow.\u201d \u00a0He glanced at the tall clock beside the front door and noted that it was almost one in the morning. \u00a0\u201cWell, today now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReckon you\u2019re right,\u201d Hoss said, yawning as he stood. \u00a0\u201cGood night, little brother, and Merry Christmas.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMerry Christmas, Hoss,\u201d Joe called softly over his shoulder as he moved across the room toward his father\u2019s desk.<\/p>\n

\u00a0* * * * *<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0On Christmas morning the Cartwrights, as usual, gathered before a roaring fire that drove all thoughts of winter\u2019s chill from the room. \u00a0Each was surrounded with even more warming gifts of love, and in the pocket of Little Joe\u2019s robe was his return letter from \u201cSanta,\u201d to be savored later. \u00a0Over the hearthside scene hung a sense of awe at the events of the previous evening, when the miracle best left to God, the transformation of the human heart, had taken place here. \u00a0As Gabrielle and her grandfather had been reunited beneath the towering tree, \u201cthe most beautiful\u201d angel her sightless eyes had ever seen had hovered over all with whimsical pink wings that somehow managed to flutter inside the hearts of each one gathered there to celebrate the Savior\u2019s birth.<\/p>\n

\u00a0The End<\/p>\n

\u00a9 December, 2009<\/p>\n

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Summary: \u00a0Little Joe writes his annual letter to Santa Claus and sneaks downstairs to deliver it secretly, but someone is already down there to catch him in this most private act of the Christmas season.<\/p>\n

Rated: K \u00a0WC \u00a02600<\/p>\n

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