Precious Time

Theres not much need for one. The story is short and to the piont.

On one late Chirstmas eve, everyone was fast asleep. Outside, snow drifted down creating a soft blanket over the nieghborhood. The moon shined bright and stars twinkled against the white snow. Colorful proud Christmas lights decorated houses, lighting up the yards while tall evergreens stood strong and beautiful on such a cold winter night.

 

Clock's striked 12 in this little nighboorhood; not even a mouse was awake. Though, one little girl was. She woke up up in her tiny little room, in her tiny little house, in her tiny little neighboorhood. She sat up, starlight flowed through her window onto her bed. The little girl looked through that window. Waiting. She kept watching, hopeful, but was not satisfied with what she saw. All that she could see were stars which looked like small diamonds dancing in the sky. But she was looking for more.

 

The little girl hopped out of bed, tossing her sheets. She wandered into the hall and down to the living room. There, she was greeted by a gorgeous evergreen full of colorful lights and ordaments. But the best of all, the tree was full of memories. The little girl tip-toed to the tree and carefully snatched a picture resting on a low branch. She gazed upon it and tears formed on the corners of her eyes. The picture in her tiny hands was a family photo. Her mother, father, brother and her, all squeezed into one frame smiling up at the little girl. The one with the biggest smile of all, grinning ear to ear, was her. Now she found herself standing in the dark, crying as quietly as she could. 'Why did you have to leave us?" Asked the heart broken little girl as she focused on her father's face. With the photo in hand, the little girl stepped over to the couch, slipping the photo under the pillow before falling back to sleep.

 

Morning crept up and soon boys and girls began to stir. Excitement was off the charts as it usually is around this time of year. Half opened presents with wrapping paper everywhere, while sounds of children laughing plays through the air. Though, in that tiny house, the little girl still lay sleeping.

 

Yet, someone else had awakened. A young woman checked her children's rooms. She peered inside the little girls to see the tossed sheets from last night. Confused, the woman walked quietly into the living room where she discovered her little girl. The woman sat on the edge of the couch, near the little girl's feet. Lovingly, the woman brushed the girl's hair from her face causing the girl to stir.

 

With a yawn, the little girl opened her eyes, looking up at her mother. The pillow that was under her head was wet with tears. The girl's eyes were red and puffy from crying. Thankfully the picture was safe. No harm had come to it.

 

"Why are you out of your bed?" The woman asked her daughter curiously.

 

"I wanted to ask Santa something."

 

"Now what would that be?"

 

"I wanted to ask him if he could fix our family." The little girl said sadly, tears threatening to come again. She tried to be brave. She had to be strong. She couldn't be that anymore.

 

The young woman reached out to her daughter, embracing her as she tried to her take her sorrows. The little girl began to cry and her mother shed tears of her own. The woman wanted to do something, anything to make it all better.

 

"I miss Daddy. So why can't we spend Christmas together?" Asked the little girl through chokes of breath. Her mother wanted to respond. She was speechless. There was nothing for her to say. Her heart was broken.

 

 

Author's Note

Feel free to correct me on any little/big mistakes i have made. I know this story is out of season. I found my old notebook and decided, since I'm in a creative mood, to fix it. Tell me what you think. Basically, this is about a divorced family. I hope I made that pretty obvious.