Christmas Eve
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I watch
from my place at the kitchen table as the snow falls softly onto the window ledge,
I think
back fondly to my childhood, building snowmen and racing down the street on my
sledge.
I remember
wrapping up warm in my hat, scarf and gloves, hearing the crunching sound of snow
beneath my feet,
I recall lacing
up my ice-skates and skating down the winding roads pretending I was a Winter
Olympic athlete.
I smile toward
my reflection in the window as I take a moment to reflect on Christmases gone
by,
Then stand
up to grab a glass and plate for Santa’s sherry and mince pie.
I place the
treats down beside the glowing and roaring fireplace,
Deciding it
is time to turn myself into bed, climbing up the stairs into my bedroom and
laying my head down onto the cool pillowcase.
Before
long, I am fast asleep, snoring loudly, in a deep, deep sleep,
Unaware
that Saint Nick has arrived with gifts, tiptoeing quietly downstairs so as not
to make a peep!
He decorates
the fireplace with books, toys, clothes, shoes, galore!
The living
room now identical to the most magical Christmas toy store!
Before he
leaves through the chimney and onto the next house,
He takes a
sip of his sherry and bite of mince pie, then climbs back up the chimney, as
quiet as a mouse.
As dawn
approaches, the excitement begins,
As I hear
screaming and shouting that during the night Santa had been.
We all
gather downstairs to marvel at the sight before us, presents stacked almost as
high as the ceiling,
Each taking
it in turn in unwrapping a gift, the house filled with happiness, cheer and a feelgood
festive feeling.
I watch on
as my family continue to exchange gifts big and small,
I smile at them all in awe as I think to myself that this is the greatest Christmas of them all.
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