The December I remember

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

A Christmas Educational story of sorts.....

It is December 24th, and I am laying here in bed, eyes wide open.

I am so excited about Christmas morning because I think Santa is going to bring me that new train set I asked him for. My twin brother Danny has already fallen asleep, he said if you go right to sleep, morning will come faster but sleep was the last thing on my mind.

I got up and went over to the window to look into the sky for Santa, but the snow was falling so fast all I could see was white.

I went to the closet and put on my heavy coat over my pajamas and went back to the window and pulled it up. I crawled out onto the window ledge very quietly so as to not wake my parents. I sit there looking into the white sky for Santa to come even though I knew that this was wrong, my parents said that if Santa caught me up that he would spit in my eye and just leave me a lump of coal.

So I planned to just listen for the reindeer coming and then scamper back into the window and in to my bed, but that plan changed in the wink of an eye.

I heard a noise in the old oak tree that was right next to my window ledge; I quickly looked up at a snow covered branch and saw what seemed to be an Angel. My eyes widened with wonderment, I wasn’t afraid but quite confused so I asked “Who are you?” It smiled a wide smile and replied “I am a snow angel, Merry Christmas! “Are you for real?” “As real as Santa Claus, happy holidays!” I asked “Why are you here?” The Angel answered, “To spread Christmas Cheer! May your Christmas be bright, young Donnie!”

“How do you know my name?”

“God told me”

“Oh” Did God send you to see me?”

“Yes Donnie, he did!”

“You still haven’t told me exactly why you are really here”

The Angel flew away from the branch and levitated there in front of me, then sort of looked down to the ground and back up at me.

I then looked down to see what the angel was looking at and Oh! My! God! It was me! Laying there on the ground not moving with my head buried in the snow. I looked back up at her and she asked, “Donnie, do you understand now, why I am here?” Did I slip and fall off the ledge? Am I dead? “No Donnie, you are sort of in between being awake and sleep.” “So you’re like a guardian Angel?” “Yes Donnie, I am here to guard you for awhile until it’s time for you to go back. “So I am not really sitting here on this ledge talking to you… right?” “I am really down there suffocating in the snow waiting on someone to save me.” “You are a very intelligent young man Donnie,” I am happy you understand what’s happening right now.”

“Donnie, you should have been in bed with your twin brother asleep waiting on Santa, but you chose to get out on the window ledge. You planned on being dishonest and play sleep when Santa arrived, and sneak a look at him. With all these things infiltrating your mind, you slipped and fell, head first into the snow. How do you feel about this?”

“I clasped my hands together and looked to the sky and said “I am sorry and ashamed for being dishonest on such a Holy Day.

If I could do it all again I would stay in my bed and go to sleep and wait for Santa to arrive like a honest person would do on this Holiest of Birthday‘s.

I want to live!!”

Right then I opened my eyes and my twin brother Danny was standing there shaking me saying Donnie, Donnie its Christmas!!

I sat up and looked to see what I had on, and I only had my Pajamas on. “Alright, thank you Jesus!” My brother thought I was talking about the excitement of opening presents, but in reality I was speaking of the power of the almighty, and how he taught a young man the real meaning of Christmas.


Submitted: December 07, 2008

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