Daydream Believer

xxv. reading books and playing games

xxv. reading books and playing games

"McKenna?" Noah said. He had managed to climb into the treehouse. It was cold up here, but I knew that within a few weeks, it would be a lot warmer. I always thought Noah couldn't get up here, but I guess he could.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Can you read this to me?" he asked.

I shrugged. I wasn't a great reader. Not like Justin anyways. I looked at the book. It was just a little kids book. I could read this. "I guess so. Can't Mommy read it to you though?"

"Yeah, but she said she wasn't reading to me tonight."

"What about Daddy?"

"He's at work."

I wished Daddy didn't have to go to work. He was always doing that. I just wanted him to stay home with Noah and I. "Okay," I told Noah. "I'll read to you."

Noah crawled further into the treehouse and gave me the book. I opened it and started reading. "Noah?" I asked.

"What?" he said.

"Why did you pick 'Twas The Night Before Christmas?'"

"Because I like it," Noah said.

"But it's not Christmas!" I shouted.

"So? Just read it," Noah said.

I sighed and started reading:

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse

Noah smiled. He looked at me and I kept reading. Before long, I had reached the end of the poem.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight-
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

"Read it again," Noah said.

"No," I said. "I couldn't even pronounce half of the words."

"Please?"

"No," I said.

"Pretty please?" Noah said.

"No."

"Can you read to me tomorrow?" Noah asked.

I nodded. "Sure." I started climbing down from the treehouse. It was starting to get dark. I would have to go to bed soon, and so would Noah. I was kind of happy though, only because I had made Noah happy. It was a nice feeling.

A/N: Thank you SO MUCH for reading! Merry Christmas (or whatever winter holiday you celebrate)!!!! I figured I'd give you another cutesy chapter. I PROMISE it will get A LOT more interesting, even though this story moves kind of slow. To quote Panic! At The Disco, northern downpour sends its love :)