It was the night before Christmas, and Rosie had planned, shopped, wrapped, dreamt of a white Christmas and eaten mince pies whilst carol singing around the tree in the town.
Rosie’s two children were young enough to keep the magic alive, but too old to be fooled that it was not in fact Christmas Eve. As a result, due to one too many festive beverages, Rosie’s husband was already fast asleep whilst the children were still fidgeting, fighting sleep and sneaking peaks from under their duvets.
Rosie was aching with tiredness by the time she decided to have a long hot bubble bath. Afterwards, feeling relaxed and even more sleepy, she pulled on a brand new, long white nightdress, pushed her feet into her fluffy slippers, and did a final tour of the house.
It was one o’clock in the morning and finally the children were sleeping peacefully. A quick glance at her husband showed that he was well into his slumber. The sight of his mouth slightly parted as the sound of snoring filled the air made her grateful that they had a spare room. By ill-timed coincidence, he let out a fart, after which his lips curved in a grimace of a smile. Rosie left the room without a backward glance, to go back downstairs and finish her jobs.
Fifteen minutes later, with everything in place, Rosie crept back up to the spare room. Slipping in between crisp white sheets, she smiled to herself as she looked forward to her favourite morning of the year.
As the first tendrils of dawn inched their way over the horizon, Rosie awoke with a shiver. She saw the room was bathed in an eerie light, which could only mean it had snowed during the night. In her half-awake state, she glanced towards the window, when on the other side of her room there was a glittery shimmer and a flash of red.
“Rosie, as always, you have proved yourself as one of my most perfect helpers,” a smooth voice said.
Rosie turned towards the voice, and there he was. “You did come to see me again,” she said with a smile.
“I had a few minutes before dawn. I wanted to thank you, as always, for your hard work.”
With that, he walked towards her, bent over the bed and planted a gentle but firm kiss on her lips.
“Happy Christmas Rosie,” he said.
By the time that Rosie was fully awake, she was smiling at the thought of the day ahead. She lay in bed for a few peaceful moments, wondering if the children would notice the magic dust near the wall when they came running in to wish her a happy Christmas.
Have a wonderful Christmas!