It is dark and very cold, I snuggle deep into my blanket fold.
There is no noise, nor light to see my beloved teddy next to me.
A silver light shows through a curtain chink, reminding me that the stars still wink. The Moon still lights the way that leads us into the brilliance of the day.
Quiet, quietly slipping out of bed, I find my slippers and dressing gown red. Heading blindly to the door, being lucky not to trip on some discarded toy.
Creeping, creeping, fingers crossed, that no one wakes. Listening at each step I take slipping though the door, along the landing where the floor boards creak .
To reach the window big and round, with cushioned seat. Don’t make a sound! Deep breath now my goal is near, don’t rush don’t slip don’t make a sound, my biggest fear is I’ll be found. So near so far please don’t let anyone wake. For back to bed they will me take. I need to reach that cushioned seat, then in silence I can greet the view I pray for in my childhood mind …..Those gentle wishes left behind. Finally alone in the silver light of the window, curtains drawn back as if a stage. Yes my wishes have come true the snow has visited and lies out there clean and new. It adds a hush to the night and answering the moon it looks so bright.The street looks clean and new, the gardens all roll into one with white topped trees alive with magic blossom.
Time passes as I watch the scene; the cat next door is really vexed she cannot walk on this deep white stuff. Jumping and twitching her fur all a fluff she shoots through her cat flap. She has had enough. My, I hear a tinkling sound, not sure if it comes from sky or ground. A silver light begins to play where our front garden used to lay. Is it real or is it a trick. Am I asleep or am I awake? I’m not sure I can’t say but what I see now I shall never deny.
A brightly coloured sledge with sacks of presents packed behind a driver all dressed in red with white trim. I shake my head and press my nose against the window that is so cold it makes me shiver. A tiny sigh I deliver. It must be, can it be, yes it must be him. He raises a hand in greeting, his fingers on his lips to silence me. I wave back: my face a grin from ear to ear. As I look a shower of stardust and coloured lights remove the beautiful apparition from my sight . Gently, gently falls the silent snow, no tracks, no stardust left to show what I had seen on this night.I knew at once that if I told, no one would listen, and if I repeated I would be chided as bold. Then as I watched I saw on the white lawn, a lovely smiley face had been drawn.
I awoke in my mothers arms, started to tell her but she whispered “be calm.”gently she tucked me up in bed, slid teddy onto the pillow next to my head. Then bending she whispered in my ear. “Sweet dreams my love and wake anew. For tonight a special child was born for you”.
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