Lucy
I always woke up early on Christmas morning. Even though I knew there was no Santa, there was something special about waking up when the house was still dark and quiet. I didn’t turn on any lights, but crept down the creaky stairs in my night gown.
Mommy always left the Christmas tree lights on the whole night, so when I stepped into the living room it was all glowing in multi colors from the lights on the Christmas tree. The lights reflected in the dark windows and even the dark television screen.
The air smelled like Christmas, too. I could smell the fresh scent of the balsam tree, and the smells of chocolate and peppermint were there too, probably from the sweets Mommy always put in my stocking.
There were five stockings hanging on the fireplace mantel, and for some reason th
