It has happened every Christmas since my "little girls" were little. Christmas eve the three of them would get their sleeping bags, blankets and pillows, and maybe a stuffed animal or two, and settle down on the floor by the Christmas tree. They would read "The Night Before Christmas" and the story of the birth of Jesus and other Christmas stories. Then they would snuggle up under the warm covers, watch the Christmas tree lights and talk. Soon, one-by-one they would drift off to Dreamland anticipating Christmas morning.
Then...there were three.
Winter gave way to spring. Spring slid into summer. Summer turned into fall. Fall yielded to winter. The years passed. Time slipped away. One "little girl" got married and lived miles away.
Then...there were two.
Winter gave way to spring. Spring slid into summer. Summer turned into fall. Fall yielded to winter. The years passed. Time slipped away. Another "little girl" got married and had a little girl of her own.
Then...there was one.
2 comments:
Great story! I love it! And before too long, there won't be even one. Guess you and I will have to sleep under the tree!
If she would've told me she was doing that, I would've been out there with her. But she said goodnight and went into the computer room, so I thought she wasn't going to do it this year. Come to find out she was just calling Nick before going to bed and wanted some privacy. I found her out there later and was severely disappointed to not have been invited. :(
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