Waiting for Christmas

2012 Word Press 100 Word Challenge  "Waiting for Christmas"

Her 3^rd  year, excitement popped in her head like tiny firecrackers. She surrendered to sleep quickly... Santa was coming!

Her 7^th year, rockets burst in her brain.  She forced her eyelids tightly shut… and slept.  Santa demanded it.

By year 10, it was nuclear explosions and her head spinning off to the moon.  She feigned sleep.  Luckily, Santa was too busy to notice.

‘Twas the night before Christmas.

Her 102^nd year, excitement again spun in her head, but this time, as her weary eyes closed, Santa invited her into this sleigh, and off they flew into the eternal starry night.

 

Beware of Flying Beagles

8-17-12  For those who might read this and not know about my grandchildren (and you really do NOT know me at all and have never met me or looked at my blog or visited my Facebook page if you haven't heard about my grandchildren), the following conversation with 2 year old Savannah and 5 year old Sebastian took place with them both securely strapped in their car seats in the back of my daughter's car.  Mawney is the name Sebastian came up with trying to say Grammy when he was just starting to talk - and it stuck.

Sebastian :      Mom, there’s a bee in the car!

Mom:             It’s just a fly.

Sebastian:       No, it’s a not a fly – it’s a beetle.

PAUSE

Savannah:       The beagle is gonna get me.

Mawney:        There’s a beagle flying around the car?

Savannah:       Yes!  The beagle is going to get me Mom.”

Mom:             Well, let’s open the windows and see if it will fly out.

PAUSE

Mawney:        Is the beagle gone yet?

Savannah:       No, I think it’s still here.  I don’t wike doze beagles.

Mom:             We’re here – let’s get out and maybe the beagle will get out too.

Savannah:       Go away beagle!  I weally don’t wike doze beagles!