Santa Claus Is for Real: A True Christmas Fable About the Magic of Believing
By Charles Edward Hall and Bret Witter
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Every year, over a million people attend the Radio City Christmas Spectacular, where they have the pleasure of seeing Charles Edward Hall don a red suit and become the world’s most famous Santa Claus—a role he has played for over thirty-five years.
But Hall wasn’t always such a jolly old soul. Believe it or not, this Santa was once a Scrooge—literally. For the first time, Charles tells the inspiring story of his own transformation, from a wide-eyed child who once caught a glimpse of Santa through a frosty windowpane, to a young man who lost his faith in jolly old Saint Nick.
It wasn’t until fate intervened, in the form of an unexpected role, a stage malfunction, and hundreds of letters from children, that Charles rediscovered his Christmas spirit. Ultimately, he discovered two life-changing lessons: this was his life’s work, and that Santa is real. When Charles needed him most, Santa was there, with kind words and a special gift.
As this delightful true-life fable proves, he is there for everyone. All it takes is a good heart, an honest joy, and a belief in the magic of Christmas.
Charles Edward Hall
Charles Edward Hall has appeared in front of more than twenty-six million people since becoming the Radio City Santa in 1987. He was raised in Frankfort, Kentucky and currently divides his time between Kentucky and New York City.
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Reviews for Santa Claus Is for Real
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Awesome read! Brings through the meaning of Christmas and Santa.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I received this from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. This is a bio-memoir/inspirational book by the man who plays Santa at radio Music Hall. He describes is life in terms of embracing Santa—i.e. the true spirit of the holiday. It is an interesting, inspirational read, providing one man’s story of how he grew up and got to the position he obviously loves so much, discussing the good and bad aspects of his life as well as the messages and/or inspiration he has learned from Santa and others along the way. The book can help anyone get into the true spirit of Christmas. I found it uplifting, though sometimes not exciting enough to keep my attention. Nevertheless, it was fascinating to read one person’s story about life (and it has been a long, fulfilling one from what I read) while, at the same time, learning a few of life’s good, solid lessons. I think anyone looking for a good, inspirational, uplifting book about the holiday will enjoy this read. I did. However, I think the book could have been a bit shorter, and the message would have still been very clear.
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Santa Claus Is for Real - Charles Edward Hall
CHAPTER
1
When we are children, it’s easy to believe in Santa, both the man from the North Pole and the one inside each of us. We realize that maybe once or twice we pushed our brother and told Dad he started it, that we broke a friend’s toy and tried to hide the evidence, and that it’s possible we took an extra cookie when Mom wasn’t looking. We know we aren’t perfect, but that basically we’re good. And if we aren’t entirely sure even of that, we know that at least one other person believes in us. We see the proof on Christmas morning, and if the Big Man has put us on the good list once again, we trust that he knows best.
So it isn’t so surprising, I suppose, that I met Santa for the first time when I was a child. It was the year of the big snow. A North Pole–worthy snow. I was six years old, and I was so excited I ran out into the storm without a heavy coat or hat to cover my head. It was late afternoon on Christmas Eve, and the snow was ten feet high. Or at least that’s how it seemed to this small-town Kentucky boy.
I didn’t stop to admire it. I swiped a handful of snow off the front porch railing, packing it into a ball as I ran. I paused halfway across the front yard, my breath steaming. The snow was blowing so hard I could barely make out the house across the street. I whipped the snowball at our mailbox, but halfway there it disappeared into the storm.
My nose was cold. My fingers ached, because I wasn’t wearing gloves. I looked back at my house, where the Christmas lights twinkled along the roofline and around the front door. Big, colorful lights with big bulbs. I remember the Christmas tree in the front window and, on the floor above, my brother watching from our shared bedroom window.
I thought about turning back, but instead I sprinted down the street, through the stand of trees I used to think was a forest and up the big hill near the bend in the road. At the top, I fell onto my knees, then onto my back. I stretched out my arms and stared up at the sky. It was blank and white. I moved my arms back and forth in the snow, slowly at first, then faster, forming the wings of a snow angel.
Believe,
I heard someone say.
Believe in what?
I yelled, my breath puffing out like smoke.
Believe in goodness,
a man said, staring down at me. Believe in joy. Believe in me, if you want. But believe.
I was scared out of my wits, and I’m not proud to say that I took the Lord’s name in vain.
No,
he said. I never claimed to be him. I’m just a friend.
He looked at me lying there in the snow, in my little snow angel, and laughed. It was a laugh that sounded like it came from somewhere deep inside of him, and it really did make his belly shake like a bowlful of jelly. When I heard that laugh, I could feel the warmth spreading to the tips of my fingers.
Then I saw another face behind him. A small face, like a child’s, but with a long, dark brown beard. Let’s go,
the elf said. It’s Christmas Eve.
And the next thing I knew, he was gone.
But I saw him again a few hours later. I was sitting in the living room, a cup of hot chocolate warming my tingling fingers, when I heard the crunch of tires on the driveway. Then footsteps on the walk.
Think fast,
my teenage cousin said, flinging a present at me as he burst through the front door.
Thanks,
I said, catching the gift and ripping off the paper. I showed the football to Mom, who was standing in the kitchen doorway, and Dad, who was behind her with a drink in his hand. Mom smiled. How nice,
she said.
Dad turned away, so I did, too. And that’s when I saw it. A movement in the window.
A red hat.
A beard.
I heard the sound of a bell.
Then, nothing.
I stared. Hoping, hoping . . . and there he was again. For a second, we looked at each other. Then he nodded, put his finger to his nose. I heard the bell again, and he disappeared.
I was still staring into the darkness when my Uncle Walt burst into the room, shaking snow off his coat. Merry Christmas, everyone,
he shouted, pulling off his gloves.
He hugged Mom and Dad, laughed happily, then swept me up into his arms, spun me around, and put me back down. He was a big man, and his hands were cold.
I saw him,
I said.
Who did you see, Charlie?
Santa. I saw him in the window. It was him. It was really him.
Of course it was. Who else would it be?
That night I lay in bed, wide awake, talking with my big brother. I didn’t tell him about the hill—that was my secret—but I told him about what I saw in the window: the hat, the beard, the sound of the bell when he appeared and disappeared. Was the bell on his hat, my brother wondered? Or was it the sound of reindeer?
How had Santa gotten here, anyway? Surely he would have brought Rudolph in such a snowstorm.
Yes, the bell must have been Rudolph . . . but where was the sleigh? And why had he come so early in the evening? And where was he now? I hesitated. Maybe . . . West Virginia?
My brother lay quietly for a while, thinking. I don’t believe it,
he said finally.
You don’t believe in Santa?
I said.
Of course I believe in Santa,
he said. I just don’t believe he’d come to see a kid like you.
I realized something then: my big brother didn’t know everything. In fact, I wasn’t sure he knew anything at all.
So