Christmas Hope

| October 6, 2015

“Mena, let’s go!” my friends exclaimed as they dragged me out of the school into the freezing streets of our quaint little town of Oak Grove. Isabel and Kristene both were so excited for the Christmas tree set-up that they hadn’t noticed that she had forgotten her gloves. She shoved her hands into her pockets as they entered the busy courtyard filled with people helping set up for the yearly Christmas tree light-up.

“Um. I think I should go because my Mom might be worried and stuff, you know.” I hesitantly started to walk away.

“Oh. Okay.” They said, with a little disappointment in their voices and faces. I felt a little sad to leave them just like that, but I had other things I had to do! Plus, I was freezing to death out there in the snow.

I hurried past the courtyard into the empty streets ‘til I found the familiar houses of my neighborhood. I skipped two-by-two up the steps to my front door as I was greeted with the warm air and the sweet smell of cinnamon.

“Hi, honey!” My Mom called as she poked her head around the corner of the hall.

“Hi, Mom!” I cheerfully called into the kitchen. I hopped up the stairs, went into my room, and pulled out my laptop and clicked Skype. I had promised my brother I would do Skype because he has a surprise for me.

“Oh, right. Honey! Justin called and he said he had to cancel the little meeting you two were going to have. He said that there was some kind of emergency or something like that.”

“What?!!!!” I screamed as I clicked off my laptop. But I didn’t get mad or pout like any other girl would do. I just sighed. I sighed because this happens all the time! That’s why we rarely see him. So I went downstairs to get some ginger cookies.

That night was Christmas tree-lighting night. It was an Oak Grove tradition that the townspeople gather in the town square and light their candles, then wish on the candle as you set a circle of candles around the tree. Then you blow one time with all your might, but if your candle stays strong and you wish hard enough, your wish comes true. That night my candle stayed strong. I hope my wish comes true.

As weeks pass by, I’m starting to get worried. Justin hasn’t contacted me ever since the phone call and we’re not allowed to call from the outside. Then exactly one week from Christmas, my birthday, he was right there in front of me. Justin, my beloved brother, sitting in the kitchen chatting away with my Mom. I couldn’t believe my eyes!

“Hey, Mena!” He greeted me with a gentle smile. He stood up to hug me and I was so happy I could cry.

“J-J-Justin, what are you doing here? I thought you had drills and other stuff.” I stammered, but I was too happy to say more.

“This is my surprise!” He exclaimed joyfully. That night was the happiest night of my life, my wish came true. I guess there’s some hope after all, Christmas hope.

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