Possession Christmas Vengeance Chapter 9 The Family Tree
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The Christmas Tree
By Paul G. Jutras
I remember how Christmas once was with the whole family. Especially the
selection of the tree. After I would be all bundled in my brown snowsuit,
thick black snow boots, rainbow hat with a pom-pom top and mittens,
we'd all get into mom's large station wagon. The ride never seem to take
long, though we would travel quite a distance. What better way to get a
Christmas tree than to cut down one own. The feeling one got when one
found the right tree was almost magic.
Working together, Dad and I would soon have the tree down and the three
of us would load it aboard the car. It was worth the money when we got it
home and worked together to decorate it in balls, candy canes, Christmas
cookies and other festive items. At this time of year I would prefer the
magic glow of the tree when the lights were plugged in over the heat of the
fireplace.
Mom and dad were always early risers, while I preferred to stay up late. As
I left my room that night, the glow of the tree shined upon my green
Incredible Hulk pajamas and slippers. I observed hanging from the tree a
bell shaped cookie with red frosting, a wreath shaped cookie with green
frosting and a star shaped cookie with a mixture of red and white frosting.
What I liked most were the gingerbread cookies with all of the frostings
used.
As I finished the cookie that night, I found myself getting sleepy. As I
collapsed to the tree skirt; I thought I heard the sound of hoof footsteps on
the roof, and felt like my hair was growing. It seemed to be tickling the
back of my neck as I slept.
"Wake up, Paula." A name so close to my own got my attention. As my
eyes fluttered open I knew at once that I wasn't who I had been. I stood up
to find myself in a pink ankle-length nightgown and matching slippers.
"The family will be here soon."
As I looked mom over in her denim dress and black open toe heels I saw
that even in this altered reality that mom didn't wear nylons for hardly any
reason. Heading up to my room, I changed into a white shirt, blue jeans
and sneakers with a pair of white nylon peds.
With the falling snow outside, they arrived, family after family. My
Uncles, my grandmother and Aunts. My cousins and more. One would
wonder if there would be enough food to go around. Like every year they'd
be some left over, you can be sure.
After a buffet lunch where I mostly ate finger sandwiches and deviled
eggs, there came a loud: Ho- Ho- Ho! From upstairs. Santa came
stumbling down and I knew at once it was my grandpa after drinking.
Taking the presents out from under the tree, he called them out by name.
"Here's Kim's, Here's Philip's , here's Jennifer, here's Kayla, here's Katrina,
here's Paula's. One by one they were tossed across the room while we all
ran about like chickens with their heads cut off, trying to keep the fragile
stuff from breaking.
When the last of the presents were handed out, Santa removed his cap and
put slips of paper with the names of my cousins and me on them. "Time to
see who wins your grandma's lottery prize of $25." He would say as he
reached in. To my surprise, it was me.
As the morning snow stopped falling, my cousins ran off to change and get
their sleds. I went upstairs to change into my new pink snow suit and fuzzy
boots. With a pom-pom hat and mittens to match I got out the sled I had
left outside over night once last winter so the blue roll up sled wouldn't
roll anymore.
What a race down the hill along the side of the house it was. Roll up sleds
and saucer sleds. Toboggan sleds for two and those for four. The hill
beside my house was the coolest place to slide. With the prickle bushes at
the bottom of the hill it was always a contest on who could get closest
without actually getting pricked.
One of the times which I pulled the sled back up the hill, I slipped on a
piece of ice and landed in the snow on my back. Right away I just stared
up into Heaven and began to make snow angels. My cousins Jennifer and
Philip joined me, when Kayla started a snowball fight.
It was boys against the girls, and for once I was on the side where I knew I
belonged. The snowmen building, snowball fights and snow forts went on
for hours. Before I knew it, it was starting to get dark. With the day
exhausting most, I was the only one I thought to be up when I heard
someone in the living room.
"Grandpa?" I asked, seeing Santa by the fireplace. "Why are you still in
costume?"
With a gleam in his eye and his finger to his nose, I watched as Santa
faded like it was up the chimney he rose. I thought I heard the sound of
sleigh bells on the roof and as I looked down at my new self, a smile
spread across my face. That's when I whispered: "Merry Christmas to you
too, Santa."
Now this tale is nothing more than a bed time story for me to tell my grand
kids now. Not that they or anyone would believe it to be true. I'm not the
only one who knows that it's so. Somewhere in time and space is a man in
a red suit named Nick. He knows it's true because it was the spirit of
Christmas that makes miracles happen when you least expect them.
Especially on the holiest of nights.
THE END
Tamera
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