Tabitha's Tale

This one fine day in Canada is littered with small children in the local park. Laughing and playing on Christmas Eve. A light is snow blanketing the whole town in white. Everyone is spreading Christmas joy and cheer, sharing giggles amongst each other, and chatting about tomorrow's activities. All but little Tabitha. She stays inside thinking about how many gifts she may get from Santa this year. She only thinks of herself, that little ten year old.

Ding Dong. The doorbell rings and Tabitha dashes out of her cozy room, hoping for the mailman and many more gifts. The door opens and there are two gentlemen with warm festive jackets. "Would you like to donate for the Charity?" The taller man asks "They need Christmas dinner too." "Humbug." Tabitha says glumly and slams the door. Tabitha, disappointed, slips back up to her room to think about her gifts again.

Now it gets dark and the children return to their homes, the Christmas cheer soon to resume in the morning, and last minute shoppers lugging home their bags of gifts.

Tabitha just lies in bed with pajamas on. "Humbug." She mutters before drifting to sleep. Like all other children on Christmas Eve sugarplums dance in Tabitha's head and little butterflies flutter in her stomach.