Christmas Eve

Drawing of Santa's sleigh flying past the full moon, with a glitter trail behind. Caption reads: "They hoped for a glimpse of a sleigh flying by."

Chirstmas Eve short story by Iris Carden

Mimi and Matthew were kneeling on the couch, looking out the window at the night sky.

They were hoping for a glimpse of a sleigh flying by.

Mum said, “What are you two up to now?”

“Looking for Santa,” Matthew said.

Mum said, “You know, it’s his busy night, he doesn’t have time to stop. Grandma’s already organised a visit to the North Pole for all of us after Christmas is over.”

“We know,” Matthew said, “We’d just like to see the sleigh flying by.”

The children were looking at their mother now, and not out the window. If they had, they would have seen the reindeer and sleigh land softly on the front lawn. A bearded face looked in through the open window they had been looking out of.

“Any chance of a slice of Christmas cake?” Santa’s voice called from the window.

“Grandad,” Mum said, “of course there’s cake, but do you have time?”

“Coffee break,” he answered. “You do have coffee don’t you?” He passed two large presents through the window and then climbed in after them. “Don’t open those until morning,” he told the children, and winked.

The children and Mum, sat at the table with Santa, and had a late night snack.

Then with a hug for Mum, and a kiss on the top of each small head, Santa climbed back out the window, and into the sleigh.

The children climbed back up on the couch, and watched through the window as their Great Grandfather flew away into the night.

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By Iris Carden

Iris Carden is an Australian indie author, mother, grandmother, and chronic illness patient. On good days, she writes. Because of the unpredictability of her health, she writes on an indie basis, not trying to meet deadlines. She lives on a disability support pension now, but her ultimate dream is to earn her own living from her writing.


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