Think & Write #121

Dreaming of a White Christmas

Lucy woke up with a big smile on her smile.  It was bright and beaming.  The kind of smile that could brighten up anyone’s day.

Dressed in her pink and white polka-dotted pajamas, Lucy eagerly walked over to the window, hoping that what she saw outside was good.

It wasn’t.  Lucy frowned, letting out a deep sigh.  “There’s no snow,” she said, in a now sad tone.

In Lucy’s neighborhood, there was not a trace of snow.  There was green grass, but that was pretty much it.

Disappointed, Lucy exited her room and walked downstairs.  Her mother was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

At first glance, her mother smiled.  “Lucy!” she shouted.  “Did you have a good night’s sleep?”

Lucy ignored the question.  “There’s no snow!” she complained.

Her mother looked outside and nodded.  “Well, of course not, honey.  The weather has not been cold enough.  But don’t worry.  It’s not Christmas yet….”

Lucy managed a smile.  It wasn’t her best, but she tried to make the most out of the situation.  “I had a good dream last night, though.”

“You did?” Her mother said, smiling.  “What did you dream about?”

“I dreamt that there was snow everywhere!” Lucy gushed.  “And lots of presents! The whole yard was covered in snow and I dove into it.  I then made some snow angels and we had a snowball fight!”

“It sounded like a good dream,” her mother told her.

“It was,” she told her.  “But when I woke up and looked outside, all the snow was gone!  I hope that Santa gives me lots of snow for Christmas.”

Her mother nodded.  “I’ll talk to Santa and he’ll see what he can do.”

“I hope he gives me lots and lots of snow.”

“Me too, honey.  I hope your dream comes true.”

And that was pretty much how Lucy’s day went.  She went off to school and talked about her dream with her friends.  She drew pictures of her playing in the snow during art class.  The high that day was 41 degrees.  Not cold enough for snow.

When bedtime came again, Lucy smiled.  While there was no snow outside, Lucy knew that she could dream about it.  And she would keep dreaming about a white Christmas, hoping and waiting for the day that it would eventually happen.


©2012  K. L. Walker