I Caught Myself
ONE
"Brendan, dear!" A grayish white-haired woman screeched from the first floor of a welcoming home. A similarly grayish white-haired young boy smiled and ran down the wooden steps of the stairs. "Coming, mom!"
It was Christmas. The traditional Christmas tree was decorated in their home, shedding its light and beauty upon every being in its presence. The home-made Christmas ornaments graced the tree magnificently, and small, blinking Christmas lights were tied around its branches. Beneath the tree were gifts and presents of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Little Brendan's ruby red eyes sparkled as he gazed upon the presents, his eyes searching for gifts people had given him.
The fireplace had a cozy fire in it, and his sister Aiden was snuggled before the flames. Above the fireplace, Christmas stockings were hung, preferably stuffed with candy canes and chocolates from his aunt abroad. She sent things like these annually. Overall, the house was decorated fully for the occasion, and this made Brendan feel warm and content deep inside.
Brendan ran towards the kitchen where he found his mother shaping cookie dough through the means of a cookie cutter. She turned her sights from her work to her six-year-old son, a smile slowly brightening up her flawless face.
"Hi mom!" Brendan hollered, sitting in one of the kitchen table chairs.
"Hi honey. You want to help out with the cookies before you open your presents?" she asked, her mind convinced that he wanted to help bake cookies…and to no surprise, the little boy nodded his head yes, a larger smile appearing on his face at the mention of the word "presents."