Seasons Greetings

The morning came around and I was wide awake. The sun was shining into my room hitting its rays on my feet, it was warm. After breakfast I headed to Montgomery Park to meet up with some friends to later go shopping at the mall and maybe get a glimpse at the new store opening there.
Jane Brook and Chelsea were all waiting by the old oak tree, we walked to the mall. It was cold and snowy but the sun shone high above. With coats, hats and scarves we strolled down Fairy Avenue. Once there we stopped by the candy store and bought some lollipops. The accessories store was near and without hesitation we were there.
The day went on smoothly, we had lunch at the food court and by suppertime I was home. With my new coat and bots in hand I went to the kitchen to only find Whiskers eating at her bowl. Something was in the oven and it wanted attention.
"Ten minutes till’ supper"
She was told by her mother who appeared in the kitchen pulling out plates from the cupboard.
I immediately opened the silverware drawer and took out four forks and knives.
"We have guests today so make it six forks and knives, aunt and uncle Wilberk are over for Christmas and this year from Ohio."
Oh no not the Wilberks, she thought to herself. With their odd odor, sagging skin, insightful remarks and foreign manners, and the fact that they are fascinated with youngsters for that they did not have kids of their own. Sure they were nice but they were the odd bunch of the family. Good thing they came to visit once in a blue moon for the occasional family gathering.
The table was set and we were all seated about to begin prayer, I’m busy minding my own business, Jimmy feeds whiskers some chicken and my parents offer their attentive ears to the ramblings of the Wilberks particularly uninteresting stories of their trips to Asia. I can smell them from over here and I’m on the opposite side of the table. How long were they going to be here again? Oh yea, about two weeks.

Christmas

It was more than a snowy bright morning; to Timmy it was a magical day. With his new Red Robin Deluxe Woodland tricycle he roamed the streets and sidewalks in the roundabout neighborhood he lived in. Crushing snow and running on the moist leaves that lie cuddled beneath the snow, he was the King. Clamped on his rear tire there was a clothespin where deep within its grips was his Mickey Rogers baseball card, he now rode a motorcycle. His very own motorcycle.
The wheels rolled and his horn honked, he swung tight corners and drove through ramps, nothing could stop him now- His mother called out standing by the door that led to the front yard,
“Timmy supper-time!”.
His reign of glory had ended for today, but happily went home, for that he knew that once the night had passed and he had breakfast he would ride again and ride with joy, but tonight was a good night, he would brush it’s rims and polish it’s shine, he would clean each gap and dry the melting snow, his bike would sparkle like new again and smile it’s glorious red glow on him.
He eagerly went home to eat and fell sound asleep, a smile from ear to ear and his hands ready for the ride.
He woke up suddenly and saw it was crack of dawn, ran downstairs and realized it was Christmas morning, Could it be again? he thought to himself as he ran to the tree where he found his parents where they sat with a grin on their faces, they had a puppy with a bright red bow. He paused and thought of his bike, Was it a dream?. He ran to the garage and found to his dismay his parents old Volkswagen and a toolset by the door.