It was all so perfect. We’d planned it for months! And as we hoped, the surprise brought more unfettered joy than I’d seen in a child for a long time.
She asked, “Is Christmas, um…nexterday?” As a four-year-old, she was searching for the word “tomorrow.”
“Yes,” I said, “Tomorrow, and tonight is Christmas Eve!”
We sat around the dinner table in the soft glow of candlelight. When I finished eating, I took some garbage out to the garage and snuck around to the front door to leave a small Santa bag on the doormat. Then I knocked hard three times, before running back through the garage into the house.
My granddaughter nearly jumped out of her pajamas.
“Someone’s here!” Her mother played along with enthusiasm.
“What! What’s going on?” I said.
“There was a knock!” she said to me, half-scared, half-excited. She wiggled down from her father’s arms, and we tiptoed to the door. I unlocked it and slowly opened the door a crack. No one was there. Only the Santa Bag! She shrieked with delight as Santa had brought an early present the same way last Christmas.
Inside, wrapped in white tissue paper and tied with a red ribbon…Continue reading
