Christmas Eve

All was calm on Christmas Eve night, the tree lights flickered off and on while the angel on top shined so bright reflecting on the snow capped lawn. Two cookies with hot chocolate, set aside for Santa to eat, praying he would not be too late to partake in his yearly treat. The cat lay curled under the tree, coals in the fireplace dying. Nestled warmly is sleeping three; with anxious little hearts sighing. Big brother wanted new stuff, little brother did not care. Sister wanted just enough ribbon for her hair. Mother wanted food on the table, a turkey with stuffing and greens. Dad wanted his work to be stable, sharing something other than beans. This year they did not ask for much, times were getting very hard. Grateful to have a purse to clutch and house with a big backyard. Copyright © 2008 By Caryl S. Muzzey