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Soft morning light peeked around the edges of the blue and white checked curtains. Jamie stretched and slowly opened his big brown eyes. The little boy reached out and rescued his teddy bear, who dangled precariously off the edge of the bed. Rubbing the bear’s love-worn nose with his own, he listened for the normal noises of the morning. There was the hum of traffic on the street, the tick-tock from the clock on the dresser, and the buzz of Daddy’s electric razor in the bathroom across the hall. The gentle sound of Mother’s singing drifted up the stairs. Jamie sat up in the bed. He knew that song. He had been practicing it in his Sunday school class.
“...da widdle ward Jesus asweep on da hay.” Jamie sang, cradling Teddy like a baby.
Now, completely awake, the little boy bounced out of bed and headed out into the hall. Keeping a firm hold on Teddy, Jamie clung to the railing as he navigated the stairs. At the bottom, he closed his eyes and sniffed the air. Mmm, Mama was making something yummy! His little stomach growled in anticipation as he rushed to the kitchen.
“Mama, I waked up!” he announced as he ran to her.
“There’s my big boy!” his mother scooped him up into her arms and kissed his dimpled cheek. Jamie placed his head on her shoulder as she hugged him close.
“Did you see what happened outside while we were sleeping?” she asked as she placed his pajamaed feet back on the tile floor.
Jamie scampered to the patio doors and pressed his face against the glass.
“Snow!” he squealed.
The back yard was covered in a glistening carpet of white. The evergreen tree branches hung low with their cold burdens. A cardinal perched on the bird feeder. Jamie watched the red bird take a seed and fly away. He stood their staring at the snow for a long time, a frown of concentration growing across his small features. His mother placed a plate of hot blueberry pancakes on the table.
“Mama, is it Jesus birftday?” he finally asked as she joined him by the window.
“Not yet, kiddo.” She ruffled his wild blond hair.
Jamie looked at her with serious eyes. “How many more sleeps?”
“Only three more.”
Jamie knew how many three was. He counted out the fingers, careful to catch his pinkie with his thumb. He proudly showed his fingers. “Tree! Just like me!”
“That’s right.”
“And den is Christmas!”
“Then it’s Christmas.”
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