Christmas Secret
written by: Jane H Fitzgerald
@janehfitz1
The house was dark and cold.
Only a thin ray from a streetlight
slid through the curtained window.
The Christmas tree was a shadow,
hidden in the corner by the fireplace.
I was six years old and worried.
What time would Santa come?
My curiosity couldn’t wait.
I silently left my warm bed,
and crept stealthily downstairs.
The floor creaked with each step.
I was petrified of being caught,
but my curiosity had won out.
As I slowly and silently tiptoed,
my leg suddenly hit a metal object.
It fell to the floor with a bang!
My body and breath froze.
If only I could disappear.
I had done something terrible.
Everyone would be furious.
I knelt down behind the couch.
Something large was coming
slowly closer and closer.
I flinched as a hand gently
touched my trembling shoulder.
It was my grandmother,
whispering, “Shhhhh”
She turned on a nightlight,
and helped me get up onto
the most exciting gift ever.
It was my first bicycle!
Santa had already come!
After sitting on it briefly,
she motioned me to bed
No one else ever knew that
I had gotten up in the night.
The Angels must have sent
my Grandmother who really
was the best gift of all!
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
My poem is based on a true story that happened to me as a child. It was a magical moment between my grandmother and me on Christmas Eve.
- Christmas Secret - December 14, 2024
