Free Fiction Thursday – Roger’s Christmas Wish

Good morning, everyone! Happy three days before Christmas.

If you’re still shopping, I wish you short lines and easy finds. In other words, no stress. The young boy in this week’s story has a whole different kind of wish. ROGER’S CHRISTMAS WISH is a sentimental look back at an earlier era, before iPods and Nintendo DX and PS3’s. I hope you enjoy it!

Roger’s Christmas Wish

Annie Reed

Published by Thunder Valley Press

Copyright 2010 by Annie Reed

Roger couldn’t sleep. 

It was Christmas Eve.  He was supposed to be asleep already — mom always said Santa wouldn’t come unless he was sleeping — but Roger was too nervous.

He planned to wake up after everyone else fell asleep so he could go sit in the living room by the Christmas tree and wait for Santa.  He even had his alarm clock set for two in the morning because he was pretty sure that’s when Santa would be there.  Last year Roger snuck out into the living room at three, but the cookies and milk his mom had left out for Santa were already gone, and Roger’s stocking was stuffed full of little wrapped presents.  Two o’clock had to be the right time, it just had to be. This year was too important.  He couldn’t miss Santa again.

Roger had stashed his wind-up clock under his pillow so that he’d be the only one to hear the alarm when the little hammer beat on the bells.  If the alarm woke up his parents, much less his grandmother, Roger would be in big time trouble. 

No kid wanted to get in trouble right before Christmas, especially not on Christmas Eve.  Roger didn’t want to take the chance that Santa might cancel Christmas.  Things were already bad enough at his house.  He didn’t think he could stand it if Santa decided he was a bad little boy this year.

(read the rest of the story here)

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