on the fifth day of Christmas we...
I sat on the couch with Star huddling in my arms.
"Moooooooooooooom...!" Star whined in my arms. "It's alright it's just some bad weather sweetie!" I soothed.
"But, there's not lightning in the winter!" She protested pointing out to the window.
"Sweetie, it's nothing." I assured.
But she wasn't convinced, the eight year old looked outside and then hid back under her blanket.
"AHH!" She yelped as the wind roared, and cowered under the blanket more.
I looked outside to see what had her acting like that.
"Holy Celestia!" I gasped and dove over the couch with her, it was a blizzard!
It wasn't like I hadn't been in blizzards in the past, but this had to be the worst!
I comforted Star to my best ability, but she was scared. As was I, even though I'd never admit it.
It was Christmas eve, not how we imagined spending it, for sure.
The next morning, when we woke up the storm had stopped. "Mom, how did Santa get in if it was storming?" Star asked.
"Well he's Santa! He's got magic." I said, Star smiled and dove for the tree, opening her presents and handing me mine.
Not a very long story of Christmas, but a fun one, none the less.