Listening to the little nightingale singing sweetly outside her window, Kayleigh blinked softly and slowly. She had been dreaming of the most wonderful things, and images of bunnies and sunflowers still swam around blurrily in her vision. The images couldn't agree with her olfactory senses however, and soon her mind was filled with pancakes and gingerbread. Amidst the eight year old's confusion, the nightingale suddenly burst into even more powerful song, as though determined to wake little Kayleigh. "It's Christmas, It's Christmas!" its voice seemed to swoon.
And oh, what a marvelous Christmas it was! Kayleigh leapt to her feet with a joyous gasp, excited that the day had finally come. Her little stockinged feet went 'pad pad pad!' quickly down the wooden stairs, her arm caught the worn doorframe, and she swung around, out of breath. With rosy cheeks, her mother greeted her with a laugh, scooping the young girl up into her arms while exclaiming love and adulation. "Oh Kayleigh! Kayleigh look!" She quickly shuffled over to the window, holding the small girl adjacent to the cool glass. ?With both their breaths fogging the pane, a quick swipe of Kayleigh's arm revealed the Christmas miracle. Glittery snow winked at the both of them, shimmering under the caress of the warm sun.
"See the snow, Kayleigh?" her mother said, watching the girl's excited face. Kayleigh nodded her head quickly, meeting her mother's eyes for a brief moment before pressing a hand to the window. The cold was new, and shocking, and her hand jerked swiftly back, seeking the safety of her underarm. Last Christmas in Mexico, the weather hadn't been as wet or icy, and the new experience was almost overwhelming. She squirmed until her mother let her go, and then rushed to their special tree. The painted cardboard tree would never mean anything less than its breathing counterpart, and Kayleigh's gray eyes swept the rug. Her eyes danced over the scrupulously wrapped pair of socks, the pieces of individually wrapped chocolate, and even over the doll with a bow on its head. She was clearly looking for something, and her shoulders slumped heavily as she turned to her mother with a woeful and hopeful gaze.
Her mother chewed her lip a little and came to kneel by Kayleigh's side. Taking the mute girl's hands into her own, she pressed a kiss into her forehead, speaking softly. "Daddy will send something. Don't worry... he promised, little one." She brought a hand up to ruffle through the little girl's hair, smoothing it back affectionately, her trail never leaving room for doubt. She pulled back and smiled a little wider. "Now let's have some of this chocolate, hm?"
Pulling Kayleigh into her lap, she began to recount the story of a funny little bird as she unwrapped some of the candy. Just when her voice rose for thematic effect however, there was a thud at the door, matching the thud of both their little hearts.
Listening to the little nightingale singing sweetly outside her window, Kayleigh blinked softly and slowly. She had been dreaming of the most wonderful things, and images of bunnies and sunflowers still swam around blurrily in her vision. The images couldn't agree with her olfactory senses however, and soon her mind was filled with pancakes and gingerbread. Amidst the eight year old's confusion, the nightingale suddenly burst into even more powerful song, as though determined to wake little Kayleigh. "It's Christmas, It's Christmas!" its voice seemed to swoon.
And oh, what a marvelous Christmas it was! Kayleigh leapt to her feet with a joyous gasp, excited that the day had finally come. Her little stockinged feet went 'pad pad pad!' quickly down the wooden stairs, her arm caught the worn doorframe, and she swung around, out of breath. With rosy cheeks, her mother greeted her with a laugh, scooping the young girl up into her arms while exclaiming love and adulation. "Oh Kayleigh! Kayleigh look!" She quickly shuffled over to the window, holding the small girl adjacent to the cool glass. ?With both their breaths fogging the pane, a quick swipe of Kayleigh's arm revealed the Christmas miracle. Glittery snow winked at the both of them, shimmering under the caress of the warm sun.
"See the snow, Kayleigh?" her mother said, watching the girl's excited face. Kayleigh nodded her head quickly, meeting her mother's eyes for a brief moment before pressing a hand to the window. The cold was new, and shocking, and her hand jerked swiftly back, seeking the safety of her underarm. Last Christmas in Mexico, the weather hadn't been as wet or icy, and the new experience was almost overwhelming. She squirmed until her mother let her go, and then rushed to their special tree. The painted cardboard tree would never mean anything less than its breathing counterpart, and Kayleigh's gray eyes swept the rug. Her eyes danced over the scrupulously wrapped pair of socks, the pieces of individually wrapped chocolate, and even over the doll with a bow on its head. She was clearly looking for something, and her shoulders slumped heavily as she turned to her mother with a woeful and hopeful gaze.
Her mother chewed her lip a little and came to kneel by Kayleigh's side. Taking the mute girl's hands into her own, she pressed a kiss into her forehead, speaking softly. "Daddy will send something. Don't worry... he promised, little one." She brought a hand up to ruffle through the little girl's hair, smoothing it back affectionately, her trail never leaving room for doubt. She pulled back and smiled a little wider. "Now let's have some of this chocolate, hm?"
Pulling Kayleigh into her lap, she began to recount the story of a funny little bird as she unwrapped some of the candy. Just when her voice rose for thematic effect however, there was a thud at the door, matching the thud of both their little hearts.
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