Samuel gazed out at the falling snow. It blurred the strings of bright Christmas lights along the street, an eerie but pleasing sight.
Samuel felt this blurry sensation in his being. Since seeing Santa, the man who knows everything, Samuel doubted himself. That was scary.
“Time for sleepin’, buddy!” The Daddy scooped up a compliant Samuel. Surprised at the lack of fight, The Daddy lay Samuel in the crib and then locked down the ‘tent’. “Daddy’s gonna catch some ZZZZs too.”
He left quietly, leaving the door cracked just a bit. Soon the ZZZZs were flying; The Daddy was out cold.
Samuel had figured out the ‘tent’ and its locking mechanism just the other day. Such a simple thing really—simple enough that adults would not notice it.
Slipping the hook up and over, Samuel silently raised the ‘tent’, and ninja-d himself over the railing. He swung down onto the carpet, and made his way to the living room where the snores were raising the roof.
He headed into the kitchen where Ginger-the-fat-tabby reclined in the travel carrier, after her encounter with the angel on the tree. They eyed each other in mutual respect. A truce had been called after the scissor incident. Later, cat. I must think some more.
Samuel continued his exploration. Next to the living room he entered the guest room where Grammy was staying. All was normal, except for her elaborate knitting bag. It was enclosed, except for four holes through which yarn could be pulled.
Peering into the interior, Samuel perceived there were four large balls of yarn. Large balls nicely wound with single strands of yarn through the holes: This had possibilities.
Pulling out one strand and then another, Samuel noted how easy this would be. Grabbing the other strands, Samuel left the room. Streams of red metallic, sparkling silver, shimmering gold, and forest green followed him obediently.
He walked around the house, crawling under the tables and over the chairs. Some strands were dropped, but would be continued later around furniture legs and even the Christmas tree stand. Quietly and methodically Samuel wove rooms together in bright Christmas cheer. Forget the lipstick. THIS is so much better.
All was complete. The house was strung and tied up, a grand present just waiting to be opened.
Samuel went to the carrier where Ginger had been watching. Cry havoc! Samuel opened the hook lock. And release the cat of carnage!
He returned to his room, and closed the door. He had barely climbed into the crib and locked the tent when he heard the earliest sounds. Tucking his thumb in his mouth and pulling up his blankie, Samuel smiled sleepily. So little time, so much that could have been done.