The next morning at breakfast time I went upstairs and knocked on the
door of Adam's room. He called to me to come in and I opened the door
then stopped, one foot over the threshold.
Across the room, admiring his bewhiskered face in the mirror, was Santa
Claus!
"Ho-ho-ho!" he boomed, in a perfect imitation of my own Santa-voice.
"Merry Christmas, Daddy!" He tugged at the beard and there was the
grinning face of Adam-Two. "I found it in the closet," he said. "Do I
look the part?"
I laughed. "For a minute I thought you were the real thing."
He looked away. "I--I guess you know I'll want to go to Earth to live."
I nodded. "It will be pretty rough at first. You realize that?"
"Yes, I expect it will.... Daddy, I'm sorry I messed up Christmas for
the Kids yesterday. I'd kind of like to make up for it by playing Santa
for them today. Will you stand by me in case some smarty-pants tries to
snatch my beard off?"
I grinned at him, but I didn't say anything because I discovered there
was a strange kind of lump in my throat.
"I was thinking, too," he went on, "that maybe I could come back with
the supply ship each Christmas and--and do the same thing, if you'd
like me to."
I cleared my throat. "That--that would be fine, Adam."
He hesitated again, then blurted, "It isn't right, you know. Fairyland,
I mean. It isn't fair to kids not to let them grow up. And it isn't the
answer to all the things you told me are wrong about the world."
"I know, Adam. I know."
"Sooner or later they'll realize that, on Earth."
"I think they already have," I said.
He scratched his chin under the beard. "Then some day they might decide
to close Fairyland, mightn't they? So I was thinking, maybe each
Christmastime you and Mommy could choose two or three of the older Kids
and sort of get them ready for the world. The way you did me. Then I
could take them back to Earth with me, and help them get started. You
could tell the other Kids they went to live with Santa Claus."
I stared at him in amazement. This--this Kid, I couldn't think of
him any other way--yesterday had been little more than a juvenile
delinquent. Today he was a mature, thinking adult who in a few sparse
words had provided the answer to the question that had been gnawing at
me for two weeks: what was to become of Fairyland?
I felt the way a father must feel when he suddenly realizes his boy has
grown up, and has turned out all right. Kind of proud, and more than a
little grateful.
I gripped Adam's hand. "Son, you've got yourself a deal! Come along and
let's surprise the Kids!"
We went down the stairs arm in arm, and I called to Ruth: "Hey, Mommy!
Guess what. There really is a Santa Claus, after all!"