Nights of passion, mornings of bliss, sparks reignited with another warm kiss. Sunlight beams through winter skies. The heat is felt in loving eyes. ~ The day then begins skin to skin. Temperature’s rising from within. Whispers welcome our plan for the day. The outside’s cold so cuddled we’ll stay. ~ Hours pass with laughter and love. The sun now glows from high above. With one more kiss we’ll both then rise. The sunset awaits and perhaps a surprise.
The day was frigid with snow piles high; reindeer would never ever try to fly. I hoped I wasn’t missed by Santa’s speeding sleigh. Who can be called to postpone Christmas day? ~ I looked out the window at snow all day. It was a day too cold to go outside and play. Stores were closed and phone lines were down. Street lights were flickering all over town. ~ Dad read some books and we played with blocks. Mom knitted dad new Christmas knee-socks. Our oven was warm so I sat close in my chair. I was waiting for cookies for us all to share. ~ Our Christmas Eve had now just begun. But supper was first before more fun. The radio played softly out in the hall. Eve, our shepherd chewed on her ball. ~ While sipping cocoa, I got foam on my nose. Dad told a joke about a nose that glows. Mom stacked some presents, but just a few. She put Grandma’s aside, I had two. ~ We all went to bed with our flashlights ready. I got tucked in and snuggled with teddy. I couldn’t sleep thinking of all the snow. And how Santa could see where he should go. ~ But when he gets here, he’d need a rest. A warm comfy chair would be the best. Maybe more cookies will help him to sleep. So I slipped out of bed without a peep. ~ I went down to the kitchen on tippy toe. The night lights flickered from the wind and snow. The hallway was dark, it seemed longer than before. The handle looked higher on the old kitchen door. ~ With each step a creak that sounded like “nooo…” Each step I take I thought I shouldn’t go. But go I must for old Santa’s sake. Even Santa must need a break. ~
I’m sure he has other places to go. How he does it I’ll never know. But I’m glad to lend him a helping hand. So he can have a rest that wasn’t planned. ~ Before I knew it the handle was near. Reaching up I turned it without fear. I opened the door and to my surprise, Eve stayed asleep and didn’t rise. ~ I stepped softly past her moonlit bed, then over to the cupboard just ahead. I smelled the cookies hiding up there, too high to reach with just a chair. ~ I felt all around in the dark of night, looking for the stool with a height just right. One more step and my stool was found. I stubbed my toe but made no sound. ~ Eve stayed asleep on her warm cozy bed. I quietly limped to the goodies ahead. I climbed up on the stool so I could see, then reached for the cookies for Santa and me. ~ The night-light went out and I couldn’t go far, my hand was stuck in that cookie jar. But with a wiggle and jiggle and lots of stress, I freed my hand and with not much mess. ~ I put the jar back up high where it goes. I closed the lid tight so no one knows. Then I was frozen in that one scary spot, doing something I should have not. ~ The floor seemed far and I felt small. Slowly I sat, afraid I would fall. Then Eve’s wet nose nudged my back, a welcome touch when all was black. ~ We both snuggled in Eve’s warm, cozy bed, her big drooling mouth rested on my head. I woke up wet but toasty warm. I was happy we survived the storm. ~
On the window sill our old cat lay. She’s the first to see a bright new day. She ate the crumbs I left on the floor. Then back to her sill when there was no more. ~ I gave Eve a hug and thanks for last night; she kept me safe when there was no light. My cookies were crumbled all over Eve’s bed. Though meant for Santa, now Eve’s instead. ~ She gobbled her snack and left no trace. And when she was done she licked my face. Then mom rushed in, glad I’m all right. I told her about my plan for last night. ~ She wasn’t pleased, that I could tell. She gave me a hug when I thought she’d yell. Dad soon came in scratching his head. He asked us why we were all in Eve’s bed. ~ Mom told him the story of my planned surprise. Dad listed the reasons why my plan wasn’t wise. I said I was sorry and from now on I’ll be good. And I’ll sleep with Eve every night as I should. ~ Mom and Dad said later on we’ll talk. Let’s first stand up and we’ll take a walk. I followed them quietly with Eve by my side. We got to the living room and I almost cried. ~ Santa had come and saved Christmas day. But the presents can wait, Eve wanted to play. We played together and now I believe; Christmas is best with my Christmas Eve.
I heard a story when I was away. It happened last year on New Year’s Day. A man and his wife went out for a walk. The beach was deserted, they had a talk. ~ No one knew what the two spoke about. But it didn’t take long for them to shout. The women ran back and checked out in haste. The man was gone, his existence erased. ~ The spa was closed and the police had a look. A comb was found with a watch and a book. The detective knew that everything’s a clue, later that day they found a lone shoe. ~ The sun soon setting, the search had to wait. The police returned the next day before eight. Records were checked and fingerprints taken. Nothing was found but the detective unshaken. ~ Seems the couple paid everything in cash. The deputy examined all of the trash. The book, he exclaimed, the best clue they had. There was also the shoe but that smelled bad. ~ The watch looked expensive but not all that nice. The comb was filthy and covered with lice. The detective re-examined all of the clues. The phone then rang, he hoped for good news. ~ A body washed up on the beach overnight. By the look of his face he lost a good fight. The detective, excited, rushed to his car. He arrived in minutes, it wasn’t that far. ~ Although disappointed when he finally got there. The man had a watch but he had no hair. One thing’s for certain, he was missing a shoe. It was a little too late but now he had two. ~ Now two crimes to solve and surely related, there’d be no rest until the criminal’s located. Days soon passed but nothing new discovered. A report then arrived saying the victim was smothered. ~ The man was attacked but surely not robbed. The deputy was called and confessed while he sobbed. The woman in question was the deputy’s wife. The dead guy, her lover, had come with a knife. ~ The deputy, of course, had worn a disguise. But tans are evident in those warm, sunny skies. His wife’s still missing but his watch returned, it covered the place on his arm not burned. ~ The book and the comb, both common beach finds, returned to the spa and their curious minds. Apparently I read it but the plot was old. The next day I heard a more chilling story told.
Just a few words to start the day, I started late so I’ve not much to say. The sun’s rising later and my clock’s askew. I got up too early but there was nothing to do. ~ So I went back to bed to feel some heat. I used my cold toes to tickle her feet. She woke with a shriek from a deep sleep. She kissed me anyway even though I’m a creep. ~ Our day’s now begun and started with fun. Although it’s a bit late it’s not yet one. Now we’ll share our coffee and plan our day. What happens next I cannot say.