Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Sugar Plum


Tucked in their beds, Mattie and Aimee just couldn’t sleep. It was Christmas Eve! Whispering, they kept asking each other if they heard bells, or reindeer feet, or Santa “ho-ho-ho-ing”. Their mother kept calling to them to go to sleep or Santa would not be able to come. She reminded them that he knew if they were asleep or not, because Santa is magical.

Finally, Mattie drifted off to sleep leaving Aimee alone to toss and turn. She was just too excited to sleep. She crawled out of bed to listen at the door. All she heard was the late news on the TV, and Mom talking quietly to Grampy. Her grandparents lived downstairs.

Aimee got her special toy down from the shelf over her bed. The seal with the ball on his nose was her favourite toy. The ball could spin, and the seal looked so real.  Santa had brought it last year.

Suddenly there was a very loud knocking sound. It sounded like it was on the big front window in the living room. Aimee froze, thinking that was not possible. They lived on the second floor!

There was a lot of commotion in the other room after the knocking. Now Aimee was worried. Her mother was saying loudly that apparently Santa knew he could not come in. Children must still be awake. This time, it was Gram who agreed, saying she would check on us.

Gram came into the bedroom telling Aimee the sad truth. As she put the seal back up on his shelf, she explained that Santa only comes after children are dreaming sweet dreams. Then Gram kissed her good night, calling her “Sugar Plum”. She slowly closed the door advising Aimee to go to sleep, and that Santa would magically know. She reminded Aimee that when she woke up it would be Christmas Day!

As Aimee turned onto her tummy in bed, eyes tightly closed, she wondered what a sugar plum was. She also wondered how Santa could knock on the big living room window!


*This is based on a true story. I know, because it happened to me. 
Merry Christmas!



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14 comments:

  1. What a cute story. It almost sound like most of us had a similar story of being too excited to go to sleep and waiting for Santa. It was a magical time until I learned that there were no Santa coming down the chimney or magical reindeer and a sleigh full of toy. Major disappointment....
    Merry Christmas.
    Hugs,
    JB

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  2. I loved this and it took even me back to times of yore. xoxo

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  3. Wonderful memory. Glad you wrote about it.

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  4. What a magical Christmas story and being real makes it better!

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  5. What a fun Christmas story. Reminds me of my childhood where my grandparents lived downstairs. Santa came early on Christmas eve before we went to midnight mass. While we ate our dinner upstairs, Santa visited my grandparents downstairs. When we went down to Grandma & Grandpa's to watch them open their presents, Santa came upstairs to our house to make his delivery. It wasn't until years later that I learned my dad was doing a lot of stair climbing & eating cookies while I was busy being distracted by the festivities with my grandparents.

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  6. A very magical Christmas story! Have a blessed and beautiful holiday.

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  7. A wonderful, magical Christmas story. Thanks so much for joining in!

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  8. What a great story!! I distinctly heard the sound of jingle bells outside my daughters room, over their not so soft excited whispers on Christmas Eve. Well, you never heard two girls go quiet so fast in all the history of little girls talking!!! LOL

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  9. This is a very sweet story, Annie. :) How did you ever go to sleep after that? If I thought Santa was peeking in my window, I know I'd be wide awake. haha

    Have a blessed Christmas my friend!

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