As the west coast rain fell outside, I bubbled with excitement. I loved Christmas Eve and though a little snow, would be lovely, I was content. I watched out my window as carolers gathered. Soon, it would be time for cookies and milk; I had written my note for Santa.
All I want for Christmas is a little sparkle of magic so I can know in my heart you are real.
My friends told me Santa did not exist. I wanted them to be wrong. If I could just see something magical at Christmas time, that would be enough. Would Santa bring the magic?
I stared at the Christmas tree. The decorations sparkled but they weren’t magic.
I could smell shortbread cookies in the oven. Delicious, but not magic.
I stepped outside, hoping to hear the carolers’ singing. The rain sprinkled lightly on my face. Then something pink and shiny caught my eye. I heard a hummmmm of beating wings. A hummingbird darted into view. I stood completely still. I saw a most surprising sight. The hummingbird fed its babies with nectar from its beak. I watched as it flew from the neighbor’s bird feeder to the nest. The mother hummingbird placed her beak into the mouths of the two babies; they were tiny and perfect.
Baby hummingbirds in winter… it had to be Christmas magic! Maybe Santa is real, I thought.
This short story was submitted to: Susanna Hill’s Holiday Writing Contest