For my kids :)

Leigh Covington, David Powers, and J. A. Bennett are having a fun blog hop. Check itout here.

Here’s my entry—for my kids :)

            If we’re quiet Mom and Dad will never know. How can they think I’ll wait until six o’clock to see what Santa brought?

            It’s not fair. They’re my presents after all.

            “Do you think we should do it?” my brother McKay asks.

            “Yes…no…maybe. I don’t know.” I flop back on my bed. All this thinking is making me tired.

            The clock blinks…4:01…4:01…4:02.       

            My sister rolls over in her sleeping bag. She’s snoring again. She’s even loud in her sleep.
            McKay starts laughing.

            “Shush,” I tell him.

            “Should we do it?” He asks swinging his footie pajama feet onto the floor, careful not to step on Sis.

            I look at him.

            He looks at me.

            We both smile.

            We’re brothers so I know what he’s thinking.

            We’re out the door and through the hall—too fast to be quiet.

   “Shush,” we both say together.

            We pause at the top of the stairs

            We’re supposed to wait here and at 6:00 a.m. Mom and Dad will come get us. It’s tradition. Just like all the kids sleeping in the same room is tradition.

            I want to start my own tradition. Sneaking to look at my presents. That’s my kind of tradition.

            “Okay, be quiet,” I tell McKay.

            The stairs squeak, and it sounds like screaming. Why is nothing quiet when you need it to be? Stairs? Sisters?

            I can see the lit tree. Now my heart is racing…then I see a shadow.

            “Hey boys. Whatcha doing?”

It’s not to late to join. Get in on the fun. Thanks Abby :)

-Angie