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    Another Christmas

     

    Bette knelt down beside the tub wearily, dropped the stopper in the drain, and turned on the water. She was careful not to make it too hot, and poured soap in to create some bubbles. As she screwed the lid of the bottle back on, she had the eerie sensation that she was being watched. She glanced over her shoulder and sure enough there was an eye visible through the crack in the door, peering at her.

    Angie, what are you doing? Did you get ready for your bath like I told you?”

    The eye receded into the shadows of the hallway and all Bette heard was the merry thump of little feet running away. She sighed heavily, shutting off the water and standing up with a muffled groan. It had been a long, long day. After shopping for a “pre-Christmas” gift in what seemed like the world’s most expensive toy stores, looking at the tree in Rockefeller Center and taking Angie ice skating, Bette was much more tired than Angie seemed to be. She knew that kids had a ton of energy but seeing it in action astounded her. How Angie found the gas to run around their townhouse was beyond Bette’s understanding.

    Bette stood in the hallway, hands on her hips, trying to sound firm. “Angelica Elizabeth, you show yourself right now, young lady.”

    She waited for a reply and yawned in spite of herself. “Angelica! It’s time for your bath!”

    Nothing. Bette sighed again and walked down the hallway toward Angie’s room. “I mean it, Angelica. It’s time for a bath and then bed.” She pushed open Angie’s door and glanced around the brightly lit, brightly colored room. No Angie. Was she under the bed? Bette checked the closet. Nothing.

    Angie, come on,” Bette said, stepping back out into the hall, unable to keep a wheedling note out of her voice. “Mama is tired and I know you must be, too. If you’re a good girl and take your bath, I’ll read you The Princess and the Frog!”

    Bette sensed Angie was nearby, ready to crack. Of course she wanted to be read her favorite fairy tale.

    Bette waited a few more moments, then her shoulders sagged in defeat. She checked the linen closet in the hall and then strained to listen before heading to the master bedroom. She opened the door and immediately saw a tell-tale lump under the now messy sheets on the bed.

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    1. I just love your holiday stories OMalley! Your curmudgeon Bette in the past has had me tickled with laughter. However, this story, touched my heart…Bette shows the true meaning of Christmas…helping others who are less fortunate, teaching our children to be kind, bringing family and friends together for good times and memories. Who needs Santa Clause…when we have your beautiful and kind Bette! Love this story!!! Thank you! Hugs to ya! Merry Christmas!

    2. That was a nice Christmas Story. I loved that Angie understood what Bette was trying to show her about Christmas and then when she wanted to get more toys for the other kids was just so precious. Glad too that t

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