Sounds of footsteps on the hollow wooden floor echo through the hallway. Sam, my little 5-year-old brother walks in my room.
"Merry Christmas!" Sam says with a joyful tone.
"Merry Christmas, Sammy." I went to hug him. "So, what do you want to do on Christmas day?"
"I wanna spend some time with you and Mommy and Daddy." His little eyes disappear as he smiles.
"Aw, such a sweet little boy." I hug him tighter.
" So, how about you?" Sam asks. "What do you wanna do to on Christmas?"
"I'm going to finish the story I'm writing and have a wonderful Christmas with my wonderful family." I smile at him.
" Oh, okay. But can you please play with me and Mommy outside? Snow ball fight!" He raises his fist.
"Yes, I will, you heard me say I wanna spend a wonderful Christmas with you guys, right?"
He laughs again. "I just wanted to hear you say that we're wonderful again."
I loosen my grip on him.
"Sammy!" Mom calls out for him.
"Mommy?" Sam lets go and goes to her.
I continue to write my story.
Well, since I stuck in my home, unable to go out out? I am having writer's block. Humph, what should I write about? This wonderful Christmas with my family and Sammy being the sweetest and kindest boy I've ever met? I thought.
I sigh. What should I write about?
I open a document in my laptop to write the ideas I thought for my story. I type out: A girl thinks of writing a story on Christmas day.
I thought. This could be a short story. Okay, let's search about how many words should be in a short story.
I read out loud in a silent voice. "Well, it can be 100 words or you can stretch it whatever you like but a one shot should have no chapters, or can be also called a short story."
I thought. I've got an idea. I'll add whatever Sammy told me before this then write whatever my story is actually suppose be. Yay! perfect.
I type down whatever Sammy said to me earlier. A young girl writes her story as the winter dew falls down her window. As the wind rushes otuside, she went into her own world.
She thinks about her future and how will she find it. With her clever mind and soul she says to her brother, "Sammy, I am currently writing a story and it is about life. Well, life is like making a story. When you make a story, you have mistakes, tons of drafts until you choose your final and best draft. It also includes polishing."
"Cool!" Sam exclaims, since he is always like whenever she tells something like to him. "Tell me more!"
"Okay," she wears her winter coat. "There is the exposition, rising action, climax, falling action, and resolution. The exposition is you, a human being born and the growth of being an baby and tween. The rising action is you, a tween slowly becoming a teen. The climax is becoming an adult, where you, for example, are enjoying life and are successful. The falling action is the adult getting married and having children. Then the resolution is the adult being a senior and is an the state of old age. Some die. Some get to see their grandchildren and great grandchildren. This might seem easy but life always has hardship and sadness."
"That's a nice story. I really, raally, like it!" Sam grips her coat and gently tugs. "Can we play snowball fight in the story too?"
"Of course, Sammy." She smiles at the younger boy, softly pinching his right cheek.
"Cool! Now, can we play snowball fight in real life?"
"Yes! Let's not keep Mom and Dad waiting."
The door of my room is suddenly opened by someone. It's Mom.
She says, "Sweetheart, Sam wants to play snowball fight outside and eat dinner after that. He's been waiting, so please come down."
As I go down, Dad says, "Joy, what took you so long?"
"I was writing a story." My stomach growls as I see chocolate cake, pumpkin soup, carbonara, and fruit salad. "Sammy?"
"Yes?" He raises his head up.
"Can we eat first?" I ask, snatching a grape from the salad.
"Wash your hands." Mom scolds me.
"Oh, sure." Sam smiles. "I'm hungry too."
I wash my hands.
"Joy, Joy!" Sam runs to me. "Can we decorate the Christmas tree after eating, please?"
"Okay, okay." I wipe my hands. "Let's eat!"
After eating we have some fun with the Christmas tree. The pretty red, gold, and silver balls crystals on the Christmas tree as they dangle. The star up the tree shines brighter than expected. Sam wears his boots and runs excitedly in the cold breeze outside as Mom and Dad watch us under the mistletoe and I run in the snow.
What a wonderful Christmas and wonderful life You have given me!