Thursday 15 December 2011
Daria lay silently in her bed, on the bridge between sleep and conciousness. Her bedroom door lay open, exposing the landing; a soft breeze blew in from the an open window above the staircase. Daria shivered.
It was Christmas Eve, and Daria had been trying to coax herself to sleep for almost two hours. Though there was a non-stop merry-go-round of thoughts circling aound her head. She knew that Father Christmas didn't leave presents for children who didn't sleep on Christmas Eve, and this terrified her, but getting to sleep was a lot more challenging than she had thought it would be. She couldn't stop imagining how wonderful the next day would be, opening all of her presents, seeing her family again; even though most of them had fallen out over something quite silly, and would probably refuse to talk to each other. But Daria didn't mind, as long as they were all together once again.
She turned to her side, still trying to force herself into sleep. While doing this she opened her eyes for just a second, and what she saw made her shut them again almost immediately. She had caught a glance of a large, red-cheeked face framed by a waterfall of white hair, which held a beard so magnificently white it had seemed as though it was glowing. Father Christmas had come upstairs to check on her on his visit, and she hoped more than anything that he hadn't seen her open her eyes.
She didn't dare to open her eyes again after that, but was amazed at the wonderful being she had just caught sight of. She had seen Father Christmas! He existed. She had proof! And from this night onwards, Daria would tell of this experience to any person who refused to believe in him. He was real, and she knew it.
It was Christmas Eve, and Daria had been trying to coax herself to sleep for almost two hours. Though there was a non-stop merry-go-round of thoughts circling aound her head. She knew that Father Christmas didn't leave presents for children who didn't sleep on Christmas Eve, and this terrified her, but getting to sleep was a lot more challenging than she had thought it would be. She couldn't stop imagining how wonderful the next day would be, opening all of her presents, seeing her family again; even though most of them had fallen out over something quite silly, and would probably refuse to talk to each other. But Daria didn't mind, as long as they were all together once again.
She turned to her side, still trying to force herself into sleep. While doing this she opened her eyes for just a second, and what she saw made her shut them again almost immediately. She had caught a glance of a large, red-cheeked face framed by a waterfall of white hair, which held a beard so magnificently white it had seemed as though it was glowing. Father Christmas had come upstairs to check on her on his visit, and she hoped more than anything that he hadn't seen her open her eyes.
She didn't dare to open her eyes again after that, but was amazed at the wonderful being she had just caught sight of. She had seen Father Christmas! He existed. She had proof! And from this night onwards, Daria would tell of this experience to any person who refused to believe in him. He was real, and she knew it.
Always believe.
-R
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