Santa

Wood stove casting shadows over the living room. 5am she creeps into my room and whispers: “Santa’s been!”
“How do you know?”

“He ate the milk and cookies.”

“That’s why we leave them.”

“Yes but, I think he ate too much because he fell asleep on the couch. (Sobbing) What about all the other kids?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In our old house we used to have a fabulous wood stove with a glass door. Filled with logs before bedtime it would burn all night and the flames would light up the length of the long living room, there was just enough glow to see in the dark.
Chloe was aged 9, still half believed in Santa and, it was our first Christmas without her mom. We always told her if she woke up early she could have her stocking and they were always laid out on the couch. My stocking was red with a white trim around the open end, a bit like Santa’s hat.
Chloe woke up early and creeping around in the dark she’d seen the milk and cookies on the kitchen table gone, crumbs left and what was left of a carrot with teeth marks (for Rudolph) and, creeping around in the living room in the dark, she’d seen the hat at the end of the couch and had mistaken it for Santa’s head and the additional presents on the couch for his bulky body.
She was so upset to think he’d fallen asleep on our couch and all the other kids wouldn’t get their presents she cried…. haha…
Sometimes kids thoughts and what they say are just so precious and, priceless. I’ve always described myself as, growing up with Chloe.

Shared with G-Man’s Friday Flash 55

Advertisements

Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

13 thoughts on “Santa”

  1. I absolutely LOVE this story!!!!!!!!! Other than feeling sad for her and you without her mom that first Christmas. Nine years old. Thank goddess she has you! And I love that you are “growing up with Chloe”….

  2. A new favorite Christmas Story of mine. I can see it was interesting growing up with Cloe.
    Merry Christmas…may all your dreams and wishes come true.
    Peace and love,
    Siggi in Snowy Downeast Maine

  3. That is funny and precious. Thanks for sharing. Christmas cheers to you, Daydreamer. 🙂

  4. DD2…
    Such a sweet seasonal story.
    I Loved your 55.
    Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Holiday.
    Merry Christmas

  5. Ha..ha…It made me remember when my youngest also believed in Santa Claus after seeing an empty plate and glass (which my hubby ate and drank).

    Enjoyed this ~

    Wishing you Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays ~

Comments are closed.