In my Auntie’s old house, the wooden stairs made a lot of noise. Everyone knew that. Auntie knew it, Mum knew it and even the neighbours knew it. One Christmas Eve, Santa was feeling a bit cheeky and nosey. I heard him coming up the stairs. He didn’t know about the creaking! He was checking in every drawer and behind every door. Probably looking for the mince pie and cup of mulled wine we were supposed to leave out, but cousin Liam had them all! Ugh, teenagers….Santa was so clumsy in Auntie’s “Don’t touch” cupboard! She always told us that if we went near her China, she would put spicy peppers in our pies! Santa didn’t know and broke some of her China… But she wasn’t mad when she saw him. Oh Boy, I wish that was me! Seeing THE Santa! Everyone at school would be so jealous!
Everyone ran to Auntie’s room, but I had to stay with Liam… So unfair! I didn’t hear Santa leave, but I did see the blue lights of his sleigh! There were so many people in the house to see him. But my mum didn’t let me go… I cried all night. Everyone cried too.
I never saw my Auntie again, and for some reason, we never went to her house either. I do miss those noisy stairs. And my Auntie. And… Santa?
And this story would be the story that made me stop believing in Santa so a few years later.
Merry Christmas!
Great story Joana! We have shared this today as part of our Holiday Countdown.