SEC-S13W6- "A Christmas Story"

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You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen
Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen
But do you recall
The most famous reindeer of all?

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
Had a very shiny nose
And if you ever saw it
You would even say it glows

All of the other reindeer
Used to laugh and call him names
They never let poor Rudolph
Join in any reindeer games

Then one foggy Christmas Eve
Santa came to say
"Rudolph, with your nose so bright
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"

Amy jumped out of her chair where she was sitting, watching children sing Christmas carols on her favorite television show, and ran to the window.

She pushed her face against the window, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she could witness the sleigh coming past the window of their house. She stood there for a very long time, but all she could see was a bright and shiny star. Even the moon was hiding from her view.

With hanging shoulders, she walked back to her chair.
She could not help but notice the bottle of wine on the kitchen table when she passed the open door.

“Why? Why my mom of all mothers? Why could it not have been someone else’s mother? Why are there so many farm murders in South Africa? Why our farm?”

Tears started to stream down her face. She is lonely. Her heart is sore.

She stares at the Christmas tree she took down from the alley that morning. Next to it is the box with the Christmas decorations. She could not get herself so far to decorate the tree earlier on. It has been a highlight for her when the three of them decorate the tree together every December.

Closing her eyes, she could see her mother decorating the tree with the gold, silver, red, and green tinsel, her hanging the shiny golden balls, and dad climbing on the ladder to place the big golden star at the top of the tree after he had put the strings of lights all around it. They could sit for hours with hot chocolate just looking at the flashing lights, a happy family.

“If only dad would realize that I am still here. I will be his daughter forever.”

Slowly she walks towards the light of the kitchen. Her father was there, sitting at the table with his face in his hands. The bottle of wine and an empty glass in front of him.

“Dad, I want to be like Rudolp the reindeer. With my face all shining and bright, I want to guide your sleigh tonight.”
Her father dropped his hands and took the glass in one hand and the wine bottle in the other without even looking at her.

Amy turned around and ran up the stairs to her bedroom. She locked the door behind her and fell on her bed, crying. She is so cross with the world. It is supposed to be a happy world for children.

She woke up in the middle of the night, ice cold looking for her blanket. The one her mother knitted for her. Then she remembered that she left it on her chair, where she was watching television.

Slowly, she unlocked her door and tiptoed down the corridor, passing her parents’ bedroom down the stairs. She stopped. There, her dad was sitting in the dark on the couch, staring at the shining lights of the Christmas tree. He hanged the lights!

He sensed her presence, looked around, and saw her standing on the last stair.

Slowly, he got up, walked to her, took her hand, and led her to the box of Christmas decorations. Together, they hang the tinsel and the shiny golden balls. All that was left was for her father to place the big golden star at the top of the tree.

With joy in her heart, Amy went to the kitchen to make them each a cup of hot chocolate. There on the table stood the bottle of wine, still full, and the glass empty.

It was when the two of them were sitting on the couch, all cuddled under her blanket, sipping from their mugs, that Amy noticed the gift under the tree.

Her father slowly nodded his head when she looked at him. It was an invitation for her to fetch the gift.


Written in big, bold letters.

“To my dearest daughter,
With your face all shining and bright, you can guide my sleigh not only tonight but for the rest of my life.
Your loving Father”
PS: Mom says she hopes you will enjoy it.

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From me:
May the joy of togetherness and love fill each one of you this Christmas!
Merry Christmas!

This story is my story and not an AI story.

I invite: @sbamsoneu @okere-blessing @mariarodriguez

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