A Christmas Miracle

 Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, there lived one very happy family. The parents loved their children dearly and worked hard to make ends meet.  

When it was December and close to year’s end, the mother counted her savings while the father fixed the room. 

“Dear?” She asked, taking her glasses off and setting her pen down, “Don’t you think we should be with the children for one night of the year?”

“Absolutely. And so shall we’ll do.” Replied her husband. 

The mother rushed to their room to make her announcement and the children delighted at the surprise, squealed in excitement. No later, however, was the announcement made, the kids were tucked in bed and kissed goodnight, for the clock had struck 9 and Christmas was still two nights away. 

When the sun shone the next day and the alarm rang, all went about the day as was usual and routine. The children put on their tunics and uniforms and tightened their laces. When the time was right, they hopped on the bus and waved their parents goodbye. Next was the parents’ turn on the hamster wheel. Dressed in neat white when their heels clocked loudly outside, the house was shut closed and left behind. 

It was 6 when the family came back to their empty nest. The sibling pair was excited because it was the day to set up the decorations. At night, when the dinner was over, the dad and the daughter fixed the lights and the trees, and whilst the mother was busy with Christmas treats, the son arranged Jesus’s birthplace nice and right.

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“Not right now dear, you can try it tomorrow.” The mother smiled in response to her son’s attempt at stealing. “Today we must get ready and get going as quickly as possible. The Alfs have been kind and gracious to invite us and a decline would sound rude.”

“Off you go now. Get dressed in nicer clothes!”

The siblings obeyed and when they had dressed up fancier, they rejoined their parents in the living room. 

“We must quickly leave now. Late arrival on close confidants isn’t a good impression to make.”

The door closed behind them once again and when the house went silent this time, the Christmas lights flickered and kept the darkness at bay.

All was quiet for hours until it was 12. Then suddenly, the window slid open with a whiff and in came a man all red. 

“Who is home?” yelled the burly man.

When he received no reply and his alarm went down, he looked around for a bit, then fetched the kitchen towel and wiped his bloody knife. 

He stopped and contemplated the sight of scrumptious-looking plum cake. Hungry, he wolfed it down the next second. Short-winded, the burly red man sat down on the chair to catch his breath. Alas in doing so he also unknowingly spilt his loot on the floor.  The embarrassed man in red broke his way out the way he had gotten in, vowing to remain unheard and unseen.

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“Look! A bloody towel!”

“Look! Some bloody money!”

It was the siblings who cried out. It was Christmas morning and the family had returned from their engagement. A break-in and a catastrophe, though, weren’t what they were expecting. The night with the Alfs had been celebratory and fun; carols had made everyone merry.  

“I suppose we should thank the Lord for his mercy….”

“And for this miracle.” The son exclaimed, holding up the money.

And for once, Christmas for them was very merry. 

Author's note:- I tried something new! It is short but neat enough for Christmas (in my opinion). I thought about this 2 days ago.