Twilight is owned by Stephanie Myer, I own nothing but my imagination.
This is technically a O/S but will be posted in parts from now until Christmas as a small Christmas present to everyone who has supported me this year : thanks guys:
Nollag Shona dhaoibh. Merry Christmas everyone.
A special thanks to Mist for the Banner
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I was four when I realised the magic of Christmas. I refused to tell my parents what I wanted from Santa. Not that I didn't trust them but I just didn't want my sisters to know what my heart desired the most. I knew they would tease me like always. My Mom and dad brought me to see Santa at his big grotto all the way up in Port Angelus. This was the furthest I have ever been away from home and I was so excited. We drove there in Mr Clearwaters truck and because I was the shortest I sat between my two sisters as they chattered over my head and snarked at me when they remembered my presence.
I was fascinated by all the tinsel around the Grotto and the pretty twinkling lights I thought I was actually in the North Pole. We walked through the magical area where the elves where busily making toys. I kept stopping but mom continued to pull me along. We entered into a big room where there was a beautiful fire place with a huge open fire warming the room. Beside the fire was an old fashioned straight backed chair like granddad Ephraim used to sit on. However instead of grampy a pretty lady sat. She had grey hair in a bun and a pretty long red dress with a white apron. She wore small round glasses half way down her nose. She was holding a big old book on her lap. There were many other kids in the room sitting on big cushions on the floor. Beside her was a huge tree that went right up to the ceiling and it was decorated with beautiful silver and red globes. The most fascinating thing on the tree though was the fairy lights. They were little glass coaches which reminded me of the picture of Cinderella in my sisters fairy tale book. They twinkled pink, blue and yellow and wound around the tree making their way up towards the pretty silver angel at the top. Underneath the tree were plenty of wrapped presents with shiny fancy paper and big red bows. My eyes were large with wonder. My mom whispered into Rachel's ear which resulted in my loving sister rolling her eyes and grabbing my hand.
"Come on Jacob." she pouted and dragged me over to one of the large floppy cushion right in front of the grey haired lady. Rachel very ungentlely pushed me down onto the cushion. She then stalked over to Bekka and sat down beside her. I realised then I was sitting the closest to the lady and all the other children where behind me. I looked around trying to find mom and dad and realised mom was sitting on a chair to my left. Before I considered getting up and running over to my mommy the lady introduced herself as Mrs Claus. That stopped me in my tracks. This was Santa's wife I looked at her in awe. She lived in the North Pole with Santa and the elves. I had so many questions to ask her but I wasn't sure if it was alright for me to ask. I had sent Santa my letter but I was worried that he didn't get it because daddy had not put enough stamps on it to get all the way to the North Pole. That had happened before when I posted the picture I made for Bella, she never got it and she told me it must have not been enough stamps on the envelope to get all the way to Flouryda.
Mrs Claus opened he book and told us all a funny story about a trainee elf Twix, and a story how the smallest Raindeer saved Christmas. She then finished her storytelling with how Rudolph got his red nose. Poor Rudolph falling asleep so close to the fire was very silly, he was lucky Santa found him in time.
I was so happy when we made our way out of the big room and saw a beautiful little train. It was so bright due to all the twinkling lights on it and these lights were even better than the lights on the Christmas tree, these lights were twinkling bells, which where my favourite thing in the whole world.
We listened to Christmas music as the little train made its way towards the forest and I could see a red light in the distance and before I could ask mommy what it was I heard everyone whisper, there's Rudolph, wow look at his nose, it's even brighter than I thought it was. Unfortunately as the train got closer Rudolph moved further into the tree line. The driver of the train apologised but said that he had just got word that Rudolph was needed to collect more elves to help Santa but that he would be back later and we might get to see him closer then.
The train pulled up at a little station where we got out and followed a path making its way into the forest. I could hear twinkling bells and knew the other reindeers where around. It was just so amazing to be visiting Santa in his home. We eventually made our way up to a wooden cabin and there were more elves there and as soon as we walked into the room they were running over and showing us games they wanted to play. I was a little shy and wanted to stay with my mommy but Rachel and Bekka took my hand and dragged me over to the hoops and pins. I didn't really understand the rules of the game but I kept getting Santa stickers for doing so well so I was very proud of myself. Rachel got into a huff cause she didn't get as many stickers as me but I can't help being good at games.
Finally we were brought into see Santa. OH my! He was huge and so jolly, that beard was so long he must have been ancient. Rachel and Rebecca went first and told them all about the Barbies and fancy dolls that they wanted while I waited patiently scared that he couldn't get me my biggest Christmas wish. Then it was my turn, I suddenly didn't want to go. But mom pushed me forward and I sat hesitantly on his lap. I kept an eye on my mom, feeling comforted by her happy smile.
"So your name is Jacob" Santa asked.
I nodded my head amazed that he knew who I was.
"So Jacob I believe you have been a good boy all year. So what can Santa get you for Christmas?" Santa smiled down at me.
"I wrote you a letter, did you not get it?" I looked at my dad with tears in my eyes. I knew he didn't put the right stamps on it. I told him, but he wouldn't listen.
"Of course I did Jacob, but some children change their mind between writing their letters and coming to visit me, so tell me again so we can be sure you know what you want." Santa chuckled.
"Oh, but I don't want to say it in front of everyone." I whispered
Santa looked over at my family, Mom looked at me with understanding, so she nudged dad. "Jacob, do you mind if I stay here and your dad takes the girls for a soda?"
I nodded mom was okay she understood. Rachel huffed and puffed, she hated not knowing everything, Bekka just shrugged and followed dad out.
"Now little man, tell me what santa can get you." Santa whispered to me.
"I w..w..w..aa..a..nt my Bells." I stuttered.
"Your Bells?" Santa questioned.
"Yeessss." I howled.
My mom came over to me quickly and pulled me into her arms. "Shhh honey, its okay. Bells, Santa is his best friend Isabella. She moved away a couple of months ago.
"Her mommy took her away from me." I sobbed.
"Ahh I see, but your Bells, needs to spend time with her mommy." Santa smiled kindly at me. "She will come back to see you soon I'm sure. Is there any toy you would like to have so you can show her when she does come to visit?"
"Emm" I thought for a while. "No…but there is a book I would like."
"Oh even better what book would you like?" Santa asked as my mom smiled encouragingly at me.
"The Sssecwet Garden." I whispered.
"I'm sorry I didn't hear you correctly, did you ask for The Secret Garden." Santa asked.
I nodded. "Yes, it's a book Bells really wants but her mommy wouldn't get it for her cause she told her it was silly to be reading books about ould fashioned Egland."
"So you want that book from Santa so you can give it to Bells?" Santa asked looking at my mom as small tears fell down my cheeks.
"No." I shook my head. "Well …..kind of… she always reads her books to me, so I want the book so she can read it to me cause I can't read well enough yet."
"What age is Bells?" Santa asked in surprise.
"She is seven, but her daddy is the Chief of Spoons and he said that her teacher said she could read as well as a ten year old." I told Santa proudly.
That Christmas morning when I ran out to the tree I was very excited to see the book that I asked Santa for. But more importantly I only had a couple of days to wait for my Bells to come read it to me.