AN//Note gonna lie, I was again a little disappointed with this one and I'm sorry that it's short, it's just been a long and busy few days for me, and hopefully my creativity bug will come back soon.
Enjoy :)
(SET BACK TEN YEARS AGO)
It's Christmas Eve, and my brother and I were getting ready for bed, he was getting the cookies for Santa, and I was getting the milk. I decided that Santa was getting chocolate milk this year, last year it was strawberry, so this year I wanted chocolate. Simon was up on the counter looking for his Scooby doo plate to put the cookies on, dad was watching him too make sure he didn't fall or break anything.
Eventually, he found the plate and set it down and then put about 5 different cookies on the plate, he always insisted on making one "Star of David" cookie, "Well what if he's Jewish?" he'd always say as if he was right and we were wrong. He put the plate down on the table and I set the glass of milk next to the plate. Simon and I would look under the tree for the last time that night, excited to wake up the next morning and tear into each one.
Dad ushered us to Simon and I's shared room. Since we just moved to the states, the only thing dad could currently afford was a small, two bedroom apartment. Simon ended up running off before we got to our room, exclaiming to us that he forgot something. Dad put me into bed, I didn't put up a fight tonight since I wanted to be extra good so Santa will come. Dad went to go find Simon, seeing as he didn't come back from getting whatever he forgot. Dad came back, carrying him, he must have fallen asleep while getting whatever it was that he needed. Dad tucked him in and gave him a kiss on the forehead, and then gave me one, "Now, go to sleep so Santa will come." he said quietly to me before turning on the little moon-shaped night light in the corner of the room, before closing the door and leaving us to sleep.
Something, or rather someone, woke me up. I looked over to my brother who was still sleeping, and then I looked at my clock, 4 am. I got up to see what it was, being very quiet and stealthy. I quietly opened the door, trying to avoid any squeaking. I tiptoed down the hallway, hearing ruffling noises, I froze, I didn't know what to think or what to do, or if I should just go back to my room and ignore it. I didn't, I crept a little closer, I peeked around the corner and saw the tree..and under the tree, was more presents than before, some big, some small, some tall and some short. I walked over to the table that held the milk and cookies. The milk was all gone and the cookies were all either eaten or bitten into, even the Jewish cookie my brother made was gone.
"Santa's been here, and I missed my chance to see him." I thought angrily to myself as I walked back to our room. I checked on my brother to see if he was still asleep, and of course, he was more than asleep. I crawled back into bed, thinking that this was all a dream. I eventually fell back asleep, and when I woke up, I thought it was a dream, and to be honest, I was a little bummed that it wasn't real..But it was real..and I just didn't remember.
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25 days of Christmas writing prompts
General FictionIt's exactly as the title sounds. I'm just doing this for fun, but I will be focusing on these characters and this family. Some rules I've kinda made for myself is that I have to already include the prompt word or a word similar to it at least once...
