Home Alonely Christmas (Holiday Story Exchange)

Christmas Eve Night/Christmas Morning

Waking up to the sound of our doorbell. I rub the sleep lazily out of my eyes. Maybe it's Mom and Dad!! I jump up with excitement throwing back the covers. But then why wouldn't they just use their key? Well if it isn't Mom and Dad, who could it be... robbers!? Sinking back into the bed I begin to duck under the covers until it hits me, I have a little Christmas surprise for them. I remember the traps I set the day before. I hope they like purple paint! That was some of my finest work, but then why would robbers ring the doorbell? 'Always be prepared.' I heard Papa Dave's voice ring through, and I was just that!

Jumping free from the covers, I bounded to the window. Maybe I could get a sneak peek of these thieves. Slowly creeping around the frame I peered down and couldn't believe my eyes. I must be dreaming! Blinking hard I few times I wait, wondering if I'll wake up, but I don't. Standing right there on our front step is the strangest pair of robbers I have ever seen. Now, I've seen Cops and I know a burglar when I see one and they most definitely don't wear every shade of purple. All black, or stripes maybe, but violet... who would have thought? No way they're here to steal my Nintendo.

An amethyst tree suddenly appears in the living room...lit with deep plum lights, ornaments of all shapes and sizes hung on the branches: lilac, lavender, and mauve... yuck. Shiny magenta garland wrapped around the staircase until I slid down the smooth wooden surface. Where did all this stuff come from anyway?

Strutting to the door confidently, the man of the house will answer the door. Mom never lets me answer the door, she says there might be weirdos on the other side. And these two look as weird as they come, but being the only one here, I am left with no choice but to answer the door by myself, finally!! Reaching for the knob I notice a strange lavender glow seeping underneath the door. What is it with purple... ? Boy I hate that color!

Reaching the door I stopped cold. Silly me, I was about to get caught by my own trap! Looking up I tried to find the paint cans but they were nowhere to be found. I spent all day yesterday rigging this, no way they'd be gone! But here it is, instead of paint cans a regal fuchsia wreath hung across the door. I really hate that color... all of them. Suddenly my thoughts of loathing are cut short by the ringing of the doorbell again. This must be pretty important. Unhooking the latch I swing open the door with gusto to the surprise of the odd couple. As the door swings open the bright color makes me shield my eyes, closing them tightly. Where is that even coming from? I finally manage to open my eyes slightly into slits as I turn back toward the living room, where to my surprise what were once red, green and gold Christmas decorations, there is now every shade of purple you could imagine, just like the weirdos at the door.

"What it is?" I ask. I still can't believe I got to answer the door, by myself.

"We saw all the lovely purple lights." One of the oddballs at the front door gave me a friendly smile, looking like an eccentric eggplant.

"What lights?" Poking my head out the door, I take in more of the grape hue. Really? Inside and out, what is going on here?

"Are your parents home?" The other lavender loony asked looking down at me through purple shades.

"I'm the man of the house, now." I say with confidence thumbing my chest.

"Oh, well then congratulations, you know lights are the best part of the season. It seems like a wonderful reflection of the spirit don't you think?"

"Okay?" I try not to be rude, but I feel my eyes roll a bit before I can catch myself. Everyone knows there is only one best part of Christmas and that's called PRESENTS!

"What is your favorite part of the season?"

Crossing my arms across my chest I smile thinking of all the ducks I just demolished with my brand spanking new system. "It's the toys!" I say with enthusiasm. Who would say lights anyway?