A Christmas Dream
It was Christmas eve and everyone was sleeping soundly. The clock ticked towards midnight but I couldn’t sleep…
Candlelit. Quiet. Merry. I was staring out of the window, witnessing a beautiful scene. The snow gently fell from the sky. Trees wrapped in blankets of snow. It was like glitter was taking over. I was cosy and warm in my bed; outside would have been freezing. Surprisingly, the flowers weren’t getting destroyed. They were enjoying the snowflakes land on their petals. Surprisingly, everything was calm and happy.
Slowly, without making a sound I skipped downstairs. Every inch of the Christmas tree was lit up. It seemed so magical. An eggnog/golden colour was so beautiful and it really represented Christmas Just looking at everything: stockings, Christmas tree, presents. I couldn’t help but smile. Dreaming, that what it felt like. There were at least twenty presents all stuffed under the tree. Different patterns on each of them. Four red stockings hung up on the mantelpiece ready to be filled by Santa Claus.
As I entered the kitchen the first thing I saw was the food we left on the table. Mince pies, carrots, milk for the reindeers and Santa! I walked over to the fridge wondering if there was anything to eat. The fridge was overflowed with food! It looked like there was enough to feed an entire city.
At first I didn’t know what to do, but then the snowman we made outside caught my eye. It was still standing. The snow was glistening from the moonlight. He looked happy about Christmas just like me! His nose as pointy as Pinocchio’s…maybe even pointer! Eyes made from stone, nose made from a carrot, a hat covering the top of his head scarf wrapped around his neck.
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