Homer
Margaret Mitchell
George W. Bush
Alicia’s Christmas Story
December 3rd, 2005 (Last modified: 3/2/2006 @ 11:29 am UTC)
It was a Christmas eve Alicia and Crystal will never forget. Crystal was visiting Alicia for the holidays. They had just finished a grand Christmas dinner with lots of hamburger, Alicia’s favorite. The grown-ups were in the kitchen cleaning up. Crystal and Alicia were playing in the living room when all of a sudden they heard singing outside. Alicia and Crystal ran to the door, and there standing in the lightly falling snow were Christmas carolers singing White Christmas. It was so cold you could see the singers’ breath rising in the air like puffs of smoke.
The carolers called for Crystal and Alicia to join them. It was late, but Alicia’s folks said they could go for a little while. Alicia and Crystal grabbed their coats and hats and gloves and went out to sing with the carolers. It was great fun!
As Alicia and Crystal headed home, the snow stopped, the stars started twinkling and the moon was so bright, they could see through the darkness. Just as they arrived at Alicia’s door, Crystal stopped. “Listen Alicia, did you hear that? It sounds like bells!”
“I hear it, too!” Alicia said hurrying toward Crystal. “Look up there,” Crystal pointed. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Alicia asked. “Yes! It’s Santa! It has to be!” Crystal gasped excitedly. “Listen, I think I can hear him calling out ‘Ho, Ho, Ho.’”
“Yes!” Alicia said, “I hear it too! It looks like he’s over Amanda’s house. We better get inside and put out the milk and cookies! We need to get to bed ourselves.”
“Let’s run,” Crystal said.
The grownups were just finishing the dishes when Crystal and Alicia slid across the kitchen floor. “We saw Santa!” Alicia huffed. He was flying over Amanda’s house. We’ve got to hurry and put out Santa’s snack. If we’re not in bed Santa won’t stop here!”
Quickly, Crystal and Alicia poured Santa’s milk in a glass and put five chocolate chip cookies on a plate. They placed the snack on the hearth near the fireplace so Santa would be sure to see it. As they climbed into bed, they heard the grownups downstairs chuckling. “That must have been one big shooting star those kids saw,” one said. Crystal and Alicia just smiled at each other as they drifted off to sleep. They knew what they saw was not a shooting star. Shooting stars don’t ring bells and they don’t sing out, “Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!”
The End
(I made this story for my daughter at this web site.)
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