It was a Christmas eve Adrienne and I will never forget. Adrienne was visiting me for the holidays. We had just finished a grand Christmas dinner with lots of cake, my favorite. The grown-ups were in the kitchen cleaning up. Adrienne and I were playing in the living room when all of a sudden we heard singing outside. We ran to the door, and there standing in the lightly falling snow were Christmas carolers singing merry merry christmas. It was so cold you could see the singers' breath rising in the air like puffs of smoke. The carolers called for me and Adrienne to join them. It was late, but I asked if we could go for a little while. Yes! So, Adrienne and I grabbed our coats and hats and gloves and went out to sing with the carolers. It was great fun! As we headed home, the snow stopped, the stars started twinkling and the moon was so bright, we could see through the darkness. Just as we arrived at my door, Adrienne stopped. "Listen Alyssa, did you hear that? It sounds like bells!" "I hear it, too!" I said hurrying toward Adrienne. "Look up there," Adrienne pointed. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked. "Yes! It's Santa! It has to be!" Adrienne gasped excitedly. "Listen, I think I can hear him calling out 'Ho, Ho, Ho.'" "Yes!" I said, "I hear it too! It looks like he's over Elizabeth's house. We better get inside and put out the milk and cookies! We need to get to bed ourselves." "Let's run," Adrienne said. The grownups were just finishing the dishes when Adrienne and I slid across the kitchen floor. "We saw Santa!" I huffed. He was flying over Elizabeth's house. We've got to hurry and put out Santa's snack. If we're not in bed Santa won't stop here!" Quickly, we poured Santa's milk in a glass and put five chocolate chip cookies on a plate. We placed the snack on the hearth near the fireplace so Santa would be sure to see it. As we climbed into bed, we heard the grownups downstairs chuckling. "That must have been one big shooting star those kids saw," one said. Adrienne and I just smiled at each other as we drifted off to sleep. We knew what we saw was not a shooting star. Shooting stars don't ring bells and they don't sing out, "Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!" The EndHere is my icon:
It was a Christmas eve Adrienne and I will never forget. Adrienne was visiting me for the holidays. We had just finished a grand Christmas dinner with lots of cake, my favorite. The grown-ups were in the kitchen cleaning up. Adrienne and I were playing in the living room when all of a sudden we heard singing outside. We ran to the door, and there standing in the lightly falling snow were Christmas carolers singing merry merry christmas. It was so cold you could see the singers' breath rising in the air like puffs of smoke. The carolers called for me and Adrienne to join them. It was late, but I asked if we could go for a little while. Yes! So, Adrienne and I grabbed our coats and hats and gloves and went out to sing with the carolers. It was great fun! As we headed home, the snow stopped, the stars started twinkling and the moon was so bright, we could see through the darkness. Just as we arrived at my door, Adrienne stopped. "Listen Alyssa, did you hear that? It sounds like bells!" "I hear it, too!" I said hurrying toward Adrienne. "Look up there," Adrienne pointed. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked. "Yes! It's Santa! It has to be!" Adrienne gasped excitedly. "Listen, I think I can hear him calling out 'Ho, Ho, Ho.'" "Yes!" I said, "I hear it too! It looks like he's over Elizabeth's house. We better get inside and put out the milk and cookies! We need to get to bed ourselves." "Let's run," Adrienne said. The grownups were just finishing the dishes when Adrienne and I slid across the kitchen floor. "We saw Santa!" I huffed. He was flying over Elizabeth's house. We've got to hurry and put out Santa's snack. If we're not in bed Santa won't stop here!" Quickly, we poured Santa's milk in a glass and put five chocolate chip cookies on a plate. We placed the snack on the hearth near the fireplace so Santa would be sure to see it. As we climbed into bed, we heard the grownups downstairs chuckling. "That must have been one big shooting star those kids saw," one said. Adrienne and I just smiled at each other as we drifted off to sleep. We knew what we saw was not a shooting star. Shooting stars don't ring bells and they don't sing out, "Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!" The End
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