A lovely story. Thank you, for sharing this special time.
Your brother mirrors my son in many ways. I bet he had your family, especially your Mom running around in circles and pulling her hair out, but but wouldn't life be dull, without his bursts of energy and bizarre antics. Ooh, the tales you have to tell?
Chris

What I love about this story, as an ensemble, is the excitement I felt whilst reading it as it raced to the finish. How apt, when in the spirit of Christmas.

It is told through the eyes of a child waiting for a moment that would take all their breath away, and how better to convey that than to make it sharp and quick.

Had you dragged this out and given us the descriptive scene setting and the rest of the usual boring stuff, when we all know perfectly well what the scene looks like, seeing as it is etched on most people's memory, then it would have lost all its charm.

And the ending was the fairy on the top of the tree for me. What better way to end a story with presents, a boisterous brother and a radiator? Lovely.

I really love your style here, Serena, the way you have thrown caution to the wind and said, 'Do you know what? I'm fed up writing what I think people want to read, I'm going to tear off my clothes and go run naked around the garden and I'm going to write somehting that gives me pleasure.' You did do that didn't you? And by doing so, you've written a story in the vein it should have been written, with fun and ease.

I wouldn't say no to reading a few more stories written like this. Especially when you write with such openness.

It needs a wee edit and I can do that for you if you send it over, but i would literally insert some missing commas and a few paragraph breaks. That is all. Why change something that gave me a moment of pleasure this fine morning.
Good job, Serena
Wendyxx

Sereni,

I really enjoyed reading your story. Oh the memories of Christmas in younger years.

Thank you for sharing. Excellent writing!

Thanks. I started this last Christmas and put it away unfinished. Life was simpler then,or maybe it was because I was a child. :)

This was a sweet slice of life. Nice descriptions and a warm memory.