I woke up early this morning but was very quiet. I've been
practicing being, `such a good boy,' that's what Mommy always calls
it when I do it.
I like seeing how her face kinda crinkles when she says it, plus
this Santa guy likes it a lot too, so I've been hearing. I saw him
you know. Yep. When I got all dressed up and went with Mommy and
Daddy to work. It's funny, he sounds and even smells, a lot like
Uncle Billy but maybe that was just how anybody in a funny red suit
would look, dunno.
Anyway, Mommy come and got me after awhile, must have known I was
hungry, she ALWAYS seems to know what I do before I even do it,
Mommy's are special like that.
She even knows what Daddy is thinking! It's true! I heard him
talking with her the other day and he was saying "don't think this,
don't think that" and she hadn't even said anything, she was just
kinda looking at him with one eyebrow raised.
She does that to me too when I've been coloring where I shouldn't.
I think Daddy must have done a lot of coloring out side of the lines
too because he gave up pretty quick, Mommy's always win.
Mommy picked a red Santa sweat suit out for me to wear. I didn't
really like it, I think my skin feels better in natural material
rather than polyester but it had `Santa Claus Is Coming To Town'
written on it so it must have been important.
Daddy read out the letters when he came downstairs for his cup of
coffee. It must be like when Aunty Francine wears some of her
pretty dresses, what does Daddy call it?
Ummm, yeah, that's it, `advertising.'
I offered Daddy some Cheerio's but he was too busy talking to Mommy
about cooking dinner and shopping and things so I let him just stick
to his coffee. Pity, breakfast is the most important meal of the
day too.
Mommy kissed me before she went out the door and told me I had a big
job to do today, babysitting Daddy. I don't know why Daddy laughed
at that. He takes so much looking after, guess he just gets into
trouble easy or something.
Not me, I've been being a good boy, remember?
Daddy moved pretty quick once Mommy was gone, we had lots of work to
do he told me.
First we got the bag with all the pretty shiny stuff out of the
closet in the hallway.
We had to go upstairs to get something else but that was okay cause'
I like playing in Mommy and Daddy's room. Daddy's shirts always
smell abit like him and abit like what I smell when I put my head on
Mommy's shoulder, like flowers and stuff.
Plus, when I hide in the shirts on the rail in daddy's closet he
always laughs when he comes and finds me. I like Daddy's laugh, it
makes me feel good, like Mommy's crinkly smile.
Daddy was busy sitting down cutting paper with the scissors so I
made sure he had brought the right sort of ribbon. I heard Grandma
saying that using the right sort of ribbon was really important.
That was when I was at her house watching her cut paper as well. It
must be a family thing. When I get into trouble Daddy always laughs
and tells Mommy he's `a chip of the old block.' Must go for Grandma
as well.
After lots of mutters and groans (who would think that sticky tape
would be so hard for Daddy's to handle?) Daddy took all the paper
boxes and put them under the Christmas tree. I love our Christmas
tree, it's so big.
I wonder how long it would take to climb to the very top?
I know, I know, `good boy' gee, this is going to be harder than I
thought . . .
Daddy gave me a snack and then put me down for a nap. I don't
really like my nap's but Daddy always tells the most funnest
stories. Mommy tells me good ones too. Although in Daddy's stories
the princess is always tired cause' she `sits in the carriage' an
awful lot. He laughs really loud when he gets to that part.
After I woke up I got to play with Daddy. That's always fun. He
swings me high in the air and even plays trains and cars with me.
Daddy makes the best car noises but don't tell Mommy, she'd be sad I
think.
Although it was fun playing I was glad to see Mommy when she came
home. She made me giggle when she rubbed her cold nose on my cheek.
Daddy was busy cooking dinner when I had mine but it sure smelt
good, whatever he was doing. After we finished eating I had a big
bath upstairs. I like it when Mommy and Daddy give me a bath. We
had so much fun, I didn't want to get out. I think Daddy must have
been next for a bath cause' when Mommy said, "I think you enjoy bath
time more than Michael," Daddy just smiled at Mommy and said, "is
that an offer Mrs Stetson?"
She better be careful if she's giving him a bath next, he likes to
tickle me when I'm in the bathtub. Should I warn Mommy? No,
wouldn't want to spoil a good tickle.
I was feeling a little sleepy by the time Mommy turned on my
nightlight and kissed me goodnight. Must have been all the stories
and fun. Mommy told the story tonight, her Princess' are always a
lot less tired than Daddy's. They always get to fight dragons and
even rescue the Princes. Daddy doesn't say anything at that part,
he just grins.
After a big kiss from Daddy, it was time to go to bed.
I'm going to make sure I go to sleep straight away, all good boys
do, didn't you know?
THE END
Author's Chapter Notes:
G'day,
Nobody should have mentioned a Christmas version of Lynda's
story from Michael's POV. It just kept eating away at what little
brain I have left at this time of year, begging to be written.
I haven't consulted with the authoress to gain her permission but I
don't think she'll mind terribly if I borrow little Michael and take
him out for a spin. I even had him back in time for bed, at eight
sharp, I'm a good and responsible character stealer I am.
If Lynda or anybody else feels like I'm stealing plot/characters,
let me know.
I consider it being so impressed by Lynda's two original stories (
Lee's Holiday Reflection and Holiday Reflection for Amanda) that I
was totally sucked into Michael's world as well. Kudo's to Lynda
for setting up such a wonderful universe in the first place.
Acknowledgments : See above, three cheers for the authoress (also
known as Michael's Dutch Aunty!)
Misc : For all those who think Michael couldn't know some of the
things he does, a)it's only a story and b)maybe any progeny of Lee
and Amanda's would be clever at an early age, in the genes I guess,
LOL.
Nobody should have mentioned a Christmas version of Lynda's
story from Michael's POV. It just kept eating away at what little
brain I have left at this time of year, begging to be written.
I haven't consulted with the authoress to gain her permission but I
don't think she'll mind terribly if I borrow little Michael and take
him out for a spin. I even had him back in time for bed, at eight
sharp, I'm a good and responsible character stealer I am.
If Lynda or anybody else feels like I'm stealing plot/characters,
let me know.
I consider it being so impressed by Lynda's two original stories (
Lee's Holiday Reflection and Holiday Reflection for Amanda) that I
was totally sucked into Michael's world as well. Kudo's to Lynda
for setting up such a wonderful universe in the first place.
Acknowledgments : See above, three cheers for the authoress (also
known as Michael's Dutch Aunty!)
Misc : For all those who think Michael couldn't know some of the
things he does, a)it's only a story and b)maybe any progeny of Lee
and Amanda's would be clever at an early age, in the genes I guess,
LOL.