It is Christmas Eve.
snow swirls past our windowsill in silky silence.
You’ve not a care in the world, Dear Ones.
In our comfy nest of pillows, Mommy tucks us into bed.
Our little hands hold her most special espresso cups,
filled with rich hot chocolate.
The sweet steam tantalizes our noses and warms our faces.
“Please sip carefully, so as not to spill," reminds Mommy.
What a special treat it is to drink
hot chocolate in bed while Mommy reads to us
this Christmas Eve night!
As we snuggle closer together in the bed
(oh! there is the hot water bottle at your feet, you selfish thing!),
miraculous tales unfold.
There are no surprises,
as we know all the stories by heart.
Our eyes lose their battle with sleep and
we find ourselves boarding that Aeroship of Slumber,
which will rise into The Aether of Dreams.
Our fellow passengers accompany us there...
...the Red Riding Hoods,
Maids in Distress.
But worry not, the prince in never far behind...
....and just when you thought Mommy was done,
she reads more stories of princes and princesses...
(the empty cups are gently taken from our hands,
so as not to wake us...)
Our Mommy is a clever one, she is!
She has lured us to our slumber,
knowing that Santa will only visit while you are sleeping...
...Is it sleighbells you hear?
Is it the prancing of reindeer hoofs on the roof?
The sliding down the chimney of that Wonderful Dear Santa?
The shuffling of his big black boots as he fills your stockings
with all of the treats you like the best?
Go back to sleep, Dear Ones.
All is quiet again as Santa partakes of the yummy snack
you have left for him!
Mommy knew he would be cold,
so she has left a large serving of the hot chocolate for him in the samovar,
where it will stay warm for a while.
She has also left some of those cookies that we helped her to make today.
Happy Christmas to you, my Dear Ones.
"...and to all, a Good Night!"