"Is Santa Claus Real?" Story Time Audio Book
This magical and inspiring Santa Tale weaves history and mystery, fantasy, and reality, as it explores the powerful blessings of music, believing in yourself, being discriminated against, name-calling, love, faith, worldwide holiday celebrations, reindeer magic, and much more! Is Santa Claus Real? You may be SURPRISED! Suitable for children of all ages. When children visualize internally what they hear taking place in a story, they are stimulating their imaginations and creativity in the most profound way possible. That creativity is the basis on which their future success in all areas of life is built. As Albert Einstein said, "If you want your children to be brilliant, tell them fairy tales. If you want them to be even more brilliant, tell them more fairy tales." Storytelling carries blessings beyond blessings in ways that will blossom for years to come.
Transcript
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
Happy Holy Days!
I'm so delighted you're joining me right now for Blissberry Bear's Holiday Storytime.
My name is Timothy and sitting on my lap is Blissberry Bear.
Blissberry zoomed into my life 40 years ago from the Great Bear constellation in his blue pearl starship to tell children of all ages magical mystical fairy tales of the heart.
And today's Christmas tale is titled,
Is Santa Claus Real?
This is the first Christmas tale Blissberry whispered in my ears once upon a Christmas time long ago.
I was on a spiritual retreat in India where I met a young boy from America who was so joyful and filled with love.
I used his name in the story,
Muralidhar.
As you listen use your imagination to create pictures of the words and bring the story to life in your mind the same way Muralidhar brings things to life in his mind by playing a flute.
Creating pictures in your mind builds or increases your creative imagination talents and skills the same way physical exercising builds your muscles.
Did you know a child's level of creativity is the basis on which their entire world and future success is built?
Listening to fairy tales like this and creating your own pictures is the number one way to grow your imagination muscles.
So right now light up your imaginations like the tallest brightest lit Christmas tree in the world and create pictures in your mind as you listen.
Maybe you could even draw what you're imagining.
Get comfy too.
It's a really long tale as we travel back in time over 1700 years.
Goldilocks would definitely call it a papa bear long tail.
Sitting on a light brown cinder block wall about two feet high young Muralidhar played his silver flute trying to imitate the birds chirping in the trees above.
Every day after school he searched for new melodies,
New ways of combining notes,
New musical arrangements.
Musical arrangements that would take him on magical journeys.
Magical journeys taking him deep into the deep recesses of his mind where secret passages would be unlocked.
Secret passages that led to places so familiar yet so far away.
Secret passages that felt like home but not home as he knew it on earth.
Secret passages that held answers to questions he never dared ask out loud.
Questions like do snails make noise as they crawl?
If you can see your dreams with your eyes closed is it possible to see the world with your eyes closed?
Is Santa Claus real?
Some of these secret passages even held answers to test questions he had at school.
Yes somehow some way Muralidhar's flute was like a sixth sense.
He just seemed to know things that others didn't.
What he didn't know was how to be careful about sharing such secrets.
You see Muralidhar wanted everybody to know what he knew.
He wanted to share the secrets,
The mysteries of these secret passages with all his friends.
I mean who wouldn't want to hear about such wondrous things?
Things you can't see on television.
Things you can't buy in stores.
Things that seem to come from and exist only inside you.
Well children there are some people who don't want to hear about such wondrous things.
They do not want to listen to anything new.
It scares them.
It shatters the world of ideas they have built around themselves like houses that have no windows,
No doors.
And one day Muralidhar found just such a person when he tried to share a secret passage about Santa Claus.
Jimmy!
Jimmy!
Muralidhar hailed.
Come here quick.
What's the hurry Red?
Jimmy asked as he meandered over.
Why do you always call me Red?
Muralidhar asked somewhat annoyed by this label.
Why don't you use my name?
It's too long Jimmy replied afraid to reveal the real reason.
Afraid to share that he couldn't pronounce Muralidhar.
Afraid to even try.
Afraid someone might laugh at him for sounding funny.
Not wanting to cause any trouble over his name Muralidhar responded with guess who I saw yesterday when I was playing my flute?
Who?
The man in the moon?
Jimmy laughed.
Failing to see that Jimmy was not the right person to share his vision with Muralidhar said no Santa Claus.
Sure thing Red.
Which one?
Jimmy challenged.
The one that sits in front of Costco?
Or the one that rides in the Santa Claus lane parade?
Or maybe the one down at the Christmas tree lot?
No Jimmy.
The real one Muralidhar asserted.
Get off it Red.
Jimmy quipped.
There's no such thing.
But I I before Muralidhar could finish his sentence Jimmy stated look kid there's no real Santa Claus.
There can't be.
Why they're on every corner in every store at Christmas time.
How can there be a real one?
With that Jimmy jumped on his bicycle leaving Muralidhar confused and bewildered.
Maybe Jimmy's right.
He is older than me and there are Santas everywhere.
Guess I'll just go play my flute some more.
But but I know I saw him and I know he was real.
At least I thought he was real.
As Muralidhar's talkative mind continued to lead him in an endless circle of confusion he headed home for his flute for the notes the soothing sounds that could halt the ceaseless chatter.
After finishing an easy homework assignment that was interrupted again and again by the memory of Jimmy's remarks Muralidhar picked up his flute and dashed for the big pine tree in his backyard.
The scent of the fresh needles was like the musical notes on his flute.
They too traveled directly to his mind opening corridors of awareness in which the notes of his flute could wander.
As he played Muralidhar sank deeper and deeper into his own being further and further from the clamoring of his mind.
Suddenly he felt as if someone else was even playing the music as as if he was just the audience.
That's crazy he thought.
Trailing right behind that thought was another.
Is Santa Claus real?
Now if there's one thing I've learned from the great bear and my visits to planet earth it's that humans are quite unique and in some respects quite weird.
Take Muralidhar for instance.
He knows his flute unlocks secret passages.
He knows he has a sixth sense.
He knows from experience that this sixth sense has always been right.
It's never led him astray.
But when someone like Jimmy comes along look out.
Hold the phone.
Faith flies out the window and doubt marches in the door.
But at least Muralidhar had the courage to ask again.
Is Santa Claus real?
As this question lingered on in his thoughts the blue pearl starship formed around me and I was off but not for my usual landing.
Before Muralidhar's mixed up mind could conjure up another thought there I was writing on the musical note deep within his being.
Blissberry bear how in the world did you get in in in my mind?
Muralidhar stuttered.
How is not important.
I came in response to your question I replied.
Question?
What question?
Muralidhar asked a little stunned that he was carrying on a conversation while still playing his flute.
About Santa Claus I answered.
I saw him.
I know I did Muralidhar pleaded.
But Jimmy says he's not real.
That Santas are everywhere at Christmas just for show.
And they are.
I see them everywhere too.
Muralidhar I began.
Your flute has taken you on many magical journeys.
Trust what comes within you my child.
Listen to your own truth.
The words of others are only good if they ring of truth within you.
Have faith.
Has your flute always been true to you before?
Why yes Blissberry bear Muralidhar agreed.
But Jimmy's older.
Truth does not come from age I affirmed.
It comes from within.
It comes from wisdom.
Keep playing your flute and again it will reveal the answer to your question.
But Jimmy Muralidhar thought.
How will I convince him?
That's not important I assured.
You have asked an inner question.
The answer is yours.
Your truth.
No matter who believes you.
It's a universal promise.
Seek and ye shall find.
Unlocking the mysteries within yourself I continued is far more important than convincing others.
Besides there are others who know.
Others who've asked.
You'll run across them someday.
As Muralidhar started to ask where will I meet?
My magical heart began to pulsate and glow.
Framed by a silver white mist rays of the most brilliant almost blinding silver white light poured out.
Light that seemed to dance and swirl like the tail of a tall proud Arabian horse.
Suddenly there actually was a horse tall and silver white with the mane and tail that glittered like millions of diamonds.
A gentle nudge from her head whisked Muralidhar atop her back.
Where where are you taking me?
He called out as they galloped through the tunnels of time.
A deep echoing voice that filled every molecule of space bellowed.
Back back to my birth.
Back to the beginning of Santa Claus.
Then you really did exist Muralidhar exclaimed.
Did and do young man the voice replied.
Faith.
Always have faith.
It takes faith to see the unseen.
To hear the unspoken and to know the unknown.
Centuries of civilizations whizzed by as Muralidhar galloped back almost 1700 years of time.
In less time than it takes to win the Kentucky Derby he found himself in a very strange land.
Houses were different.
Streets were different.
Clothes were different.
Everything was different.
Where where am I?
Muralidhar called out noticing that somehow some way the silver white horse had mysteriously disappeared.
Hey how am I gonna get back?
You'll get back the voice reassured.
Turning to face the owner of that voice Muralidhar stood nose to belly with a tall slender man garbed in bishop's clothes.
How do you know?
Muralidhar challenged.
Trust my lad trust the bishop replied.
It is I you came in search of.
Santa Claus?
Muralidhar gasped.
You're Santa Claus?
The name is Saint Nicholas the voice replied.
And you're in a land called Potara.
But I I was just in Honolulu Hawaii Muralidhar exclaimed.
And it was 2008 when I left.
Well Saint Nicholas replied you're now in the year 308.
How in the world did I get all the way back here?
Muralidhar asked.
And why?
You wanted the truth about Santa Claus didn't you?
Saint Nicholas answered.
Some truths aren't found in the world as you see it.
They are found in the inner worlds.
Worlds holding all the treasures of the rainbow.
Worlds your flute has taken you to.
But you're not chubby with a white beard Muralidhar stated.
And you're not wearing a red suit trimmed in red fur and white fur.
You can't be Santa Claus.
Muralidhar Saint Nicholas began.
Things change.
My appearance changed several times over the centuries to accommodate the developing world.
The world you live in.
Not paying much attention to what sounded like another grown-up excuse Muralidhar added.
And your reindeer where are your reindeer?
Muralidhar Saint Nicholas snapped.
Jolting him to awareness.
You asked for the real Santa Claus.
The truth.
Sometimes the actual truth doesn't fit your concepts.
Concepts?
Muralidhar looked quite puzzled.
Yes concepts.
The way you think things should be Saint Nicholas replied.
Like me being a chubby bearded man with a red and white suit with reindeer.
That's the Santa Claus of your world.
A Santa Claus who evolved to meet the needs of millions upon millions of children who are not on earth in the year 308.
But how did you change?
Muralidhar asked.
Now we're getting somewhere lad Saint Nicholas smiled.
Keep an open mind and heart so the truth can flow to you.
The tale is really quite simple.
As Muralidhar and Saint Nicholas retreated to the shade of a nearby tent Saint Nicholas began to explain how Santa Claus came to life in the hearts of people.
In that house over there lived a very poor man with three daughters.
Daughters no one would marry because the man was too poor to afford a dowry.
You see in my day husbands expected money or gifts from their bride's family.
Passing by their house one day I overheard their predicament and at that time I just happened to have some extra money come my way.
Money I didn't need for myself.
So I divided it into three bags and flung them through an open window in the man's house.
You gave your money away Muralidhar exclaimed.
Weren't you afraid you might become poor like that man?
No lad Saint Nicholas assured.
I keep only what I need and pass on the rest.
Just like God cares for the birds in the sky and the grain in the fields he feeds clothes and shelters me.
Our Santa Claus gives away gifts too Muralidhar remarked and he has a bag too.
Well eventually Saint Nicholas continued.
I needed a horse to help me carry the things I was giving away.
It seemed the more I gave away the more I had to give away.
A horse Muralidhar exclaimed.
What about the eight reindeer and Rudolph?
Slow down lad Saint Nicholas chuckled.
All in good time all in good time.
After I passed away leaving this earth they set aside a holiday in my honor December 6th Saint Nicholas Day.
But Santa comes on Christmas Day December 25th Muralidhar stated.
Don't you even know when Christmas comes?
Christmas does not come on December 25th.
Everywhere in the world Muralidhar Saint Nicholas replied.
Even in 2008 there are countries in your world that celebrate Saint Nicholas Day December 6th.
They do not celebrate Christmas Day December 25th.
What countries Muralidhar asked never having heard of such a thing?
Austria,
Belgium,
Hungary,
Netherlands and parts of Germany to name a few Saint Nicholas responded.
Wow I thought everyone celebrated Christmas at the same time Muralidhar voiced.
There are many lands and many customs my lad.
America is quite young and new.
Answers to many secrets lay outside her soil in lands that existed centuries before her birth.
If you would like to know some more about some of these customs and traditions in other countries when you get back ask your mom to help you search for those on the internet.
Wow Muralidhar sighed.
I'm learning so much but you said you passed away.
If you passed away then how how did Santa make it to 2008?
Well before I passed away I had a very close friend.
A young friend who was about your age Saint Nicholas continued.
A friend who watched and stayed with me.
A friend whose heart was open to all he met and all I had to offer.
But he was so young Muralidhar interrupted.
I'm only seven years old.
Love does not know age Saint Nicholas replied.
Nor does it know color or countries.
Anyway when I passed on this lad continued in my footsteps.
He traveled and gave traveled and gave.
As he grew older the world grew bigger.
More and more people kept being born.
More and more people heard the legend of Saint Nicholas.
How did he do it Muralidhar asked.
How did he get to everyone?
It's miraculously magic Muralidhar Saint Nicholas brand miraculously magic.
When love is calling a way is found the truth appears.
Well what happened to Muralidhar asked.
Deep within a dream one night a voice spoke to my friend Saint Nicholas replied.
Wow what did say what did say Muralidhar asked.
Can't waiting to hear the answer.
It said leave your home leave your possessions bring only your heart full of love.
You have a mission to fulfill Saint Nicholas recounted.
What mission Muralidhar asked.
The mission of Santa Claus Saint Nicholas spoke as a twinkle appeared in his eyes.
The mission of spreading love throughout the world.
But what happened to your friend Muralidhar asked.
As he started walking out of town he was whisked away to another realm.
A realm where time stands still.
A realm where he could travel around the world in an instant be at everyone's door in one night Saint Nicholas explained.
Some say he disappeared on the back of a silver white horse with a mane and tail that glittered like millions of diamonds.
Silver silver silver silver white horse but before Muralidhar could complete his thought about his own silver white horse Saint Nicholas continued.
For centuries my friend entered the hearts of millions.
His love spread so far and wide he too grew round and jolly.
By the late 1800s when one of your popular writers saw him in a vision he indeed was plump and jolly with the beard red and white suit a red nose and twinkling eyes.
Eyes of love deep pools of love.
When did he get the slaying reindeer Muralidhar asked.
The day he disappeared Saint Nicholas replied.
Every century for 900 years a new reindeer appeared providing more and more power to whisk the sleigh as the world's population grew and grew.
But aren't horses faster Muralidhar asked.
Why reindeer?
Look into the eyes of a reindeer lad.
They're pure love Saint Nicholas explained.
Love is the power that pulls Santa's sleigh and with each reindeer a new gift was brought to the world.
A new gift what do you mean Muralidhar asked.
I never heard of any.
Before Muralidhar could finish his statement Saint Nicholas continued.
As the reindeer pull Santa's sleigh around the world their hoofprints leave trails of light.
Light that floats to the earth.
Light of many different colors.
Light containing gifts of supreme grace.
Dasher for instance leaves particles of red light.
Each shimmering glimmering particle of red light contains the gift of distinguishing true spirit true love to the hearts of all it penetrates.
Its powers are bold and creative.
Wow that's cool how can I find and see such light Muralidhar asked.
Do I stand outside on Christmas Eve?
You don't find the light lad Saint Nicholas replied.
The light finds you when you're ready to learn and practice its gift on earth.
Santa has rounded your world countless times leaving brilliant rainbows of unseated light just hovering and waiting for the right heart to open up to its magical gifts.
There's a droplet of each color for everyone.
Wow Muralidhar shouted would I like to take a shower in that rainbow.
Live as love Muralidhar and you will be showered by all the colors all the gifts Saint Nicholas assured.
The gift of dancer seen oneness where duality appears will enter your heart.
Contained in droplets of orange its powers are balance harmony and walking the middle path.
The bright yellow light of prancer sprinkles the gift of faith around the world.
It brings cheer the sun the light to the hearts of people.
The soothing green light of vixen spreads its gift of healing to all in need.
Comet blazes a trail of turquoise across the sky.
With its power of adaptability it brings together the different languages of the world.
The five senses the five races come together as the five points in the star of humanity.
Cupid is the royal blue light of working miracles.
Its deep rich color is powerful in a quiet way.
Just as miracles seem to come out from the blue and transform all who witness their wonder.
Donder dashes droplets of violet as he pulls Santa's sleigh.
Bearing the gift of prophecy the violet light is mysterious quiet yet alive a blend of heaven and earth.
Blitzen blazes a trail of pink to spread the gift of knowledge.
This is the power of the bold creative red in its higher form bringing love warmth and generosity to the hearts of man.
One learns for every action there is a reaction.
Love brings love.
Then there's Rudolph.
His nose may be red like Santa's but his hoofs kick up light particles of yellow gold.
The wisdom of all time floats to earth in a soft halo for all who care to dive inside like you have lad.
Moralidart was stunned almost speechless.
Not in his wildest dreams did he ever begin to think that Santa meant so much.
But but why are there so many Santas?
Santa's on every street corner.
Santa's in every store.
Moralidart stuttered.
Are they all the same friend who disappeared to become Santa?
No Moralidart.
St.
Nicholas chuckled.
Remember my friend lives in that other realm a realm you can travel to in your dreams.
But the love of Santa has become so powerful people all around the world dress up to help my friend spread that love.
That way children really can sit in a lap of love.
As he listened to St.
Nicholas Moralidart's eyes became very heavy.
Moralidart,
Moralidart,
St.
Nicholas prodded.
Did you hear me?
You look lost.
Oh yeah I heard you Moralidart replied.
I'm just getting a little tired and was wondering how I was going to get back.
Instantly the sound of sleigh bells filled the air.
Moralidart's tired eyes suddenly sparkled as they watched a dazzling rainbow hugged on both sides by glittering streams of pink and yellow golden light spread across the sky quicker than his eyes could blink.
Moralidart found himself riding right next to Santa in his sleigh trekking through the tunnels of time.
As they approached 2008 that deep echoing voice once again filled every molecule of space.
I will always find a way into your world always be it as a chirping bird the soft beauty of a rose the scent of pine a fluffy kitten or Santa Claus.
I am love.
I am eternal.
I am the seen and the unseen the known and the unknown.
Call me St.
Nicholas,
Kris Kringle,
Father Christmas or Papa Noel.
Call me the Lord of Love,
The Prince of Peace or even Santa Claus.
I am love.
I am love.
I am ho ho ho ho ho ho as the echo of the last ho disappeared.
Moralidart heard another familiar voice.
Moralidart,
Moralidart,
It's dinner time his mother called.
By the way you've been playing some of the loveliest music I've ever heard.
Where did you learn that?
A somewhat dazed Moralidart simply opened his eyes and said,
Mom can I sit on your lap a minute?
And as Blissberry loves to end every tale with wishes for your everlasting happiness and peace with prayers for peace among all people and with great love and great respect for your individual adventure in life Blissberry and I love you from the bliss and love of our one heart.
Merry,
Merry Christmas and happy,
Happy holidays,
Happy holy days decorated with rainbow sparkling blessings,
Blessings,
Blessings.
