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One Christmas Eve
Attempting to await St. Nick, small Ted lay trembling with excitement in his bed, one Christmas Eve while all his siblings slept (their promise to stay up with him unkept). Like smoke that rose above his house that night and drifted to the moon, his thoughts took flight. He wondered (and he couldn't comprehend) how dear old Santa ever could descend the chimney to his house when at its base were sparks that sputtered in the fireplace. So as he pondered what St. Nick might do, he left his room just as the clock struck two. He tiptoed to the stairs where he could see a figure on the rug nearby the tree. . . Midst wrapping paper, boxes and a tangle of ribbons knelt his mother. At an angle, the firelight warmly touched her face. Her hair showed flecks of sugar. Ted stooped on a stair transfixed. . . The sugar looked like angel's dust! And then he understood how long she must have worked because the scent of cooking pies was proof of it. Ted suddenly felt wise. . . He realized how sweet pies could appear like magic every Christmas. All was clear! A single mom, this angel in his sight began to hum the tune to "Silent Night." Unseen, Ted lingered on the stair, content in knowing his St. Nick was heaven sent. (not sure if this is the "epic" you had in mind, Leonora. but this is my submission for your contest! Merry Christmas)
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