Christmas at the Front Door

Chapter 2

Three weeks went by and Christmas was just around the corner. Megan already had a plan, she told Sister Amy and she thought it was a great idea, and told Megan to pray about it. And that's exactly what she did.

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As Megan walked confidently towards Mr. Snider's house with Sarah not too far behind her. Three kids from their church ran passed saying, "Watch out for Mr. Snider!" "Yeah! I heard he eats kids for breakfast!"

Megan shook her head, And continued walking until Sarah stopped her, "Megan, are sure? I-I mean the play practice starts in a couple of minutes and it's st-starting to get cold and Mr.- Mr. Snider is pretty scary"

Megan turned towards her, "look, Sarah I know what my mom said, she said Mr. Snider wasn't always like this, she said he even used to come to our church"

"Really?"

"Yeah, She said that Mr. Snider used to sing in the choir, Testify, and everything... But then his wife got sick and died about ten years ago, he never came back ever since"

"Oh... That's so sad" Sarah paused looking down at her feet, Megan was about to enter Mr. Snider's fence until Sarah grabbed her arm and pulled her away "well, let's go"

Megan chuckled at her friend's change in mood, "no, Sarah I have something I need to do, you can even wait here if you like"

Sarah let go of Megan saying, "gladly"
Megan again shook her head, then entered Mr. Snider's fence, seeing that Mr. Snider was sitting in his rocking chair on his porch, not noticing Megan had entered his territory.

"Mr. Snider?" Megan said with her confidence wavering, "Mr. Snider?" She said alittle louder, Mr. Snider looked up, glaring at Megan, he stood up and walked towards the door. Megan had to act quickly, "I-I heard your wife used to sing like an angle! Is that true, Mr. Snider?" She said, quickly, Mr. Snider stopped in his tracks, his hand on the door handle, not saying a word, so Megan continued, "I-I heard that she used to love Christmas, an-and that she used to help kids with the Christmas play... And you did too"

Megan waited for him to respond, Mr. Snider turned and gave Megan a mean glare, If looks can kill, "yeah, well, who told you all that?"

"My mom... Um we, we go to the church, right down there..." Megan said pointing the direction to where the church was. "...you know, the church you used to go to?"

"Yeah, I know the one... What do you want kid?"

"I want to bring you something later, will you be home?"

"Does it look like I go anywhere kid!" Mr. Snider snapped

Megan jumped at the sudden change of mood, but quickly recovered "ok! See you later then" she said waving goodbye and she turns and walks away with Sarah going to the play practice.

"Yeah, whatever" Mr. Snider mumbled watching Megan walk away, he shook his head and went inside.

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A few hours had passed when two people, a black-haired, woman and a brown-haired, young girl walking towards, Mr. Snider's house.
The woman had a card in her hands as the girl skipped beside her mother.

"Mama! I can't believe we're going to see Grandpa! Do you think he will talk to us? Do you think he will be happy to see us? Do you think he will even come to the door?!?" Said the young girl quickly rambling off questions to her mother. Her mother looked down at her joyful daughter, with worry and doubt, putting an arm around her to stop her from going any further, "I don't know honey..."she said looking down sadly at her daughter, who's now looking at her mother with also sad eyes, "... He doesn't really like company too much. I brought this card for him... Just in case he doesn't come out" the mother said holding out the card in her hands, daughter just nodded, looking down at her shoes, not really feeling as hopeful as she was to see her grandfather.

They walked to the fence, then gave one another a glance, they walked to the door and knock, no answer, they waited for a few minutes, in the cold winter air. They knocked again, still no answer, they looked at one another with a sad look, not trying to look disappointed, the mother walked to the mailbox, putting the card in, and pulled the little red flag up, hoping that Mr. Snider would look in the mailbox. She turned back to to her daughter who's staring at the door, hoping to at least get a glimpse of her grandfather, but still nothing, her mother put a hand on her daughter's Shoulder, "maybe... maybe he's just taking a nap, or taking a shower" the mother said hopefully
"Yeah-maybe...I just...I just wanted to see him" the daughter said looking up at her mother as they walked away

"Me too sweetie, maybe we can try again another day, I already left the card in the mailbox" the mother said wrapping her arm around her daughter's shoulder, the daughter, before walking out took one last glanced at the door, hoping to see him, again nothing, sadly both the mother and daughter walked away, heading home.