"Christmas isn't a season. It's a feeling." - Edna Ferber
It had been three months since Lorca's kitty cat passed away but she was still very sad. Christmas was usually her favourite time of year but she wasn't in the holiday spirit this time. Normally she'd be out caroling with the other kids. She absolutely loved to sing but it would be too hard for her to serenade the neighbours with songs of joy this cold winter's night.
Lorca's parents were heartbroken by the sight of their little girl looking so sad. Her Mom suggested that they decorate the Christmas tree but Lorca just sat silent. "Hey, how about we get a real tree this year. We haven't had a real one in years. And I know a special someone who will be treated to some hot chocolate with marshmallows!" Lorca's Dad announced. "Okay" she sighed.
TREES COMPANY
Lorca and her Dad went in search of the perfect Christmas tree. "Well have you found one that you like dear?" "I want that one" she said not pointing to any specific tree. "Which one?" "That one." "Uh, alright. I'll get that tree" her Dad said as he picked it up placed it into the trunk. He put on some Christmas music during their ride home but Lorca just stared out the window.
Lorca's Dad pulled the tree into the house and set it up in the living room. "Wow! What a gorgeous tree you picked out Lorca. I can't wait for us to start decorating it. Lorca?" She had run up to her room where she had spent the past few week alone. "Decorating the tree has always been one of her favourite things to do. Hopefully she'll slowly start being her happy self again" her Mom said.
With hopes of happier times ahead, Lorca's parents went to bed. Before calling it a night, they looked in on their daughter where they found her fast asleep. They quietly pulled the blanket on top of her and turned off the lights. Not a creature was stirring but downstairs the tree began to shake. Somebody or something was just waking up.
As Lorca dreamed the sweetest of dreams, a tiny creature made its way across her bedroom floor. It took a couple of jumps for him to finally climb up into Lorca's bed. He sat on her pillow waiting for the little girl to wake up. Growing impatient he came closer to her rubbing his whiskers against her cheek. She brushed him off a couple of times before finally opening her eyes.
Lying next was a little grey mouse. "You're a rat!" "How insulting! I'm a field mouse. My name is Nibbles or Nibs for short." "Where did you come from?" "I was in the tree that you and your Dad brought home. It had been my home for the past few years but it looks like we're roommates now." "Lorca? Who are you talking to?" asked her Mom. "Nobody. Just having a weird dream."
HAPPY HOLIDAYS
Lorca woke up the next morning wondering if maybe it had been only a strange dream. to an empty bed. "That must have been one crazy dream you had last night" her Mom said. "You were talking to yourself for 10 minutes." "Really?" "A talking mouse? How ridiculous" Lorca thought to herself. "Wanna decorate the tree later today?" "Sure Mom!"
As she decorated the tree with her mom, Lorca was starting to get into the holiday spirit. The pair sang Christmas songs as they hung ornaments, lights, and candy canes from the tree. "What a beautiful tree! You did an amazing job Lorca!" Lorca stared at the tree and smiled for the first time in a long while. "We'll put the presents underneath tomorrow."
"EEEEEEK!!!"
Later that night, Nibs snuck upstairs to visit Lorca but she was so sleepy that she began snoring. Bored he scurried down the hall into Lorca's parents' room. He nuzzled up against Lorca's sleeping mom with his whiskers. "Beckett, did you forget to shave again?" "Did you say something hun? I'm in the bathroom brushing my teeth." "If you're there then.....a mouse! Shoo! Shoo!"
Lorca's Dad reached for a broom and chased after Nibs who darted into the hallway. "Get outta here mouse!" he shouted swatting away at Nibs. Lorca quietly peeked out from her bedroom door which she had quietly opened. Nibs bolted into her room just before she closed the door and jumped back into bed. "That was a close one" he said breathing heavily.
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"Christmas isn't a season. It's a feeling." - Edna Ferber
It had been three months since Lorca's kitty cat passed away but she was still very sad. Christmas was usually her favourite time of year but she wasn't in the holiday spirit this time. Normally she'd be out caroling with the other kids. She absolutely loved to sing but it would be too hard for her to serenade the neighbours with songs of joy this cold winter's night.
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