Chrismas Eve

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Commercial Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A little girl's thoughts of Christmas and how father explains the truth about Santa Clause.

Submitted: May 13, 2008

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Submitted: May 13, 2008



Christmas Eve
She had blond pig tails and was already dressed in her white pajamas that had red and blue stripes down it. At her Granny and Buck’s house earlier in the evening, she had started watching The Great Muppet Caper and now she was finishing it at her own house. Momma and Daddy were in the dining room talking about something. When a commercial came on, she wondered over to the tree and started looking at all of the ornaments. There were 3 balls with their nicknames on them: Joe, Chris and Dee. Momma had done those the second year she was married when Dee Dee was not even a year old. Then a friend had made them all little hearts with their names embroidered on them. Those and the little reindeer that Diane, the lady who worked with her other Granny, had sent home to her the year before were her favorites on this tree. The little tree in her bedroom had 6 snoopy bells that her Godmother Janet had given her and the little ball ornaments with little plastic wraps that had Winnie the Pooh, Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck, all dressed in Christmas attire. Those were her favorite Christmas ornaments. And if Tigger got knocked over her tree again and broke them, she would never play with the dumb cat again!
“I thought you were watching the movie.” Her mother said from the door way.
“I was, but it was a commercial.”
“I swear. When you were two you stopped only for commercials, now I can’t get you to sit through one. It’s time for you to go to bed. Santa will be here soon.” She watched as her four year old daughter contorted her face. “What?”
“How does Santa get in if we don’t have a chimney?”
Christy looked at her daughter. “Why don’t you ask Daddy?”
The two went into the dining room, where Joe was looking at some blueprints. He covered them up when his daughter came over and crawled in his lap. “What are you doing, Spooly?”
“Momma told me to ask you. How does Santa get in when we don’t have a chimney?”
Her father looked at his wife and gave her a look of Gee thanks! Then he looked at his daughter. “Well, you see Santa is an old Navy buddy of mine. He knocks and I let him in.”
“Oh.” She leaned up and kissed her Daddy’s stubbly cheek. “Good night, Daddy.”
“Good night, Spooly.”
She walked across the dining room and into the kitchen before she turned again. “Daddy, should we leave Santa milk and cookies? That’s what all the stories say to do.”
“Well, when Santa gets here he is so sick of milk and cookies that he wants something else. So I make him a bologna sandwich and pour him a beer.”
She thought about this for a moment and then she seemed satisfied with the answer. “Night.”
Her mother gave her husband a look and then put her daughter in bed. “Sweet dreams.”
“Love you, Momma.”
“I love you, too.”
Before Christy shut the door and all the light was stolen from the room, Dee Dee saw her new red corduroy dress that she would wear to Granny and Paw’s tomorrow. Granny had made it just for her. As she went to sleep, she dreamt of what Santa would bring her. All the while, her parents were putting the finishing touches on her new doll house and laughing about Joe’s stories.

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