Clara’s Christmas Wish: Part 22

22. Dezember 2015 at 06:16 (Clara's Christmas Wish) (, , , , , , )

This story works like an Advent calendar – until the 24th of December, I will publish a part of this story each day. Please start your reading with Part 1.

On the morning of the 24th, Clara snuck out of the house to buy the doll’s house her little sister had requested and to find a small Christmas tree she could decorate for her. She was relieved that her mum was out shopping too, when she returned home. Her father just eyed the small tree she was holding by its tip warily and said, “It has to be gone again in the morning. Your mother will be mad at you if she sees it.” But as his eyes met hers, he changed his mind. “Okay now, I’ll quickly get the baubles from the basement, but don’t you let them lie around.”
Clara decorated the tree and hid it outside where her mother surely wouldn’t stumble upon it. Then she wrapped her present for Marlene and hid it under the couch in the living room.

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Clara’s Christmas Wish: Part 8

8. Dezember 2015 at 06:03 (Clara's Christmas Wish) (, , , , , , , , , , )

This story works like an Advent calendar – until the 24th of December, I will publish a part of this story each day. Please start your reading with Part 1.

The next day, when Clara was asked to take out the trash, the Sunday paper slid off the top of the dust bin she was carrying. Picking it up, she saw the picture of an elephant at the bottom right of the front page. He had escaped from the local zoo, but had been captured within two hours four days ago, on Saturday.

“Mum, could I please get my pocket money for January today?” Clara asked her mother who was peeling carrots when she returned the dust bin to its proper place in the kitchen.
“What do you need it for?” her mother replied, keeping her eyes on the carrot she was decapitating.
“We’re playing Secret Santa at school,” Clara lied. “We said we’d get each other good gifts, not some cheap crap.”

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Clara’s Christmas Wish: Part 4

4. Dezember 2015 at 06:09 (Clara's Christmas Wish) (, , , , , )

This story works like an Advent calendar – until the 24th of December, I will publish a part of this story each day. Please start your reading with Part 1.

“Why don’t you try to draw what present you want for Christmas? You can get something to write from my desk,” Clara coaxed. This would buy her at least ten minutes in which she could easily finish reading that currently very intriguing book chapter. Marlene started bustling about to collect paper and crayons, before finally settling down at Clara’s desk, making the squeaky armchair higher with a “ffffoooop” noise by pushing the correct lever. Clara looked up and sighed. The mirror she used for applying her make-up in the mornings reflected Marlene’s face, deep furrows of concentration across her forehead.

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Clara’s Christmas Wish: Part 3

3. Dezember 2015 at 06:22 (Clara's Christmas Wish) (, , , , , , , )

This story works like an Advent calendar – until the 24th of December, I will publish a part of this story each day. Please start your reading with Part 1.

Instead of snitching on her older sister, Marlene threw herself onto her bed and began to sing Christmas songs. “Santa Claus is coming tooo tooooown,” she warbled away. Clara threw her stuffed teddy bear at Marlene when she couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Santa Claus said he’s sorry he couldn’t make it last year. But now that I’m in school, he said, he will come every year!” Marlene mused.
It nearly broke Clara’s heart. Marlene had never awakened on the morning of the 25th to find her stockings filled with little presents, the glass of milk and the chocolate chip cookie gone from under the tree. Now that Marlene was in school, it became more and more important to get presents and to pass the new toys around class after the holidays, waiting for joyful or jealous “oohs” and “aahs”, when you were the one with the nicest present of all.

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