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Written by Tessa Dean August 2021
Alan tiptoed down the stairs Christmas morning before dawn. He had dropped one of his daughter, Dawn’s, gifts on the trip downstairs to lay them under the tree. She was named Dawn since she had been born at Dawn on Christmas Day and so today was also her birthday. She had asked for a jump rope for Christmas when hers broke last week. They had made a mad dash to find her the sparkliest rope they could find and then he drops it on the way down the stairs. Such a dolt. She was only five years old and Santa meant a lot to her.
Glancing over at the front door he realized it was open and he could hear Scamp barking. What’s he doing outside and how did he get there. He couldn’t open the door himself. Alan shoved the wrapped jump rope behind the gifts and dashed to the door and outside while the frost was still covering the grass and there was his daughter Dawn skipping up and down the walk. Trying not to scare her he turned on the light and went outside.
“Dawn what are you doing out here. And where’s your coat?”
“Waiting for Santa, Daddy, he forgot my new jump rope.” How did she know that unless she had been snooping through the gifts?
“Dawn come inside immediately. Santa probably forgot it and is on his way back here, but he won’t stop if you are outside. Now come on back inside and into bed. It is way too early for you to be up yet.”
Pouting Dawn followed him back inside, up the stairs, and got back into bed where he tucked her in again. “Wait a little longer and I’m sure Santa will find the rope and return to drop it off. Now go back to sleep and stay in bed until Mommy and I get up.”
Dawn settled down and closed her eyes. He left the room and watched outside for while to see if she came back out. Finally he went to bed again.
“It’s here, it’s here,” Dawn was shouting. So much for staying in bed until we got up, he thought, but she must have found the rope.
“Dawn,” he tried to remain stern while his excited daughter was holding the rope in her hands, “I thought I told you to wait until we got up.”
“I know, but I just had to see if Santa remembered and brought me a new jump rope. Alan ruffled her hair and hugged her tight.
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