After some effort and not a bit of head way it was decided that I would head home only about a block away and get help. I was happy to go I was more than ready for something to happen. I bundled up got out and trudged toward home. I got there without much of a problem and bounded up the front steps. As I was about to knock on the front door, which was locked, I happen to notice Dad was just finishing putting tacks in the tracks of a brand new Lionel Train Set. Wow, what a deal. Was this for me? I decided to hold off a little and see what else might come about. Mom was putting out things as well and I started to think possibly this Santa thing was not what I had thought.
After a short time I got cold enough that I wanted in the warm house, and the train was being played with by dad and his buddies so I knocked on the door. Dad had a look of shock on his face when he opened the door and there I was. I told him about the problem just down the road and he and a couple of other men got in his truck and headed out to get the stuck vehicle undone and everyone back in our warm home.
Shortly after they left, the men and the two vehicles were back and all was well. I had my new trains set, some clothes and one or two small toys supposedly left by Santa. Mom did her best to continue the Santa myth and dad was more interested in the train than the story. Me I was wondering if maybe this Santa thing was not as it seemed, but also I felt that I would be much better off were I to remain supposedly ignorant of the situation I had seen earlier. I enjoy the remainder of the evening and decided to go along with the Santa myth at least for a couple of more years. Mom and dad and our guests exchanged gifts and all was well with the world.