Little Girl sat at her bedroom window with her golden cat on her lap. She stared at the sky. She waited as she did every Christmas Eve.
She never caught Santa and his reindeer coming in for a landing. But, that didn’t stop her from trying.
Daddy came up behind her and stared out the window too.
“I put you to bed an hour ago, Little Girl. What are we looking for?” he asked even though he hoped that he knew the answer.
“Oh, Daddy! You’re a silly billy” laughed Little Girl without turning around.
“Ma and I noticed that you didn’t send a letter to Santa this year, Little Girl. We thought maybe……..you’d stopped believing.” Daddy said.
He waited for her answer. He felt unprepared to hear it.
” I didn’t send Santa a letter because I have everything I need or want.” said Little Girl.
“Oh!” said Daddy as he picked his daughter up and bounced her into the bed. He covered her up and added the cat onto the spare pillow.
“Oh!” Daddy said in wonder as he kissed his little girl goodnight.
The next morning Little Girl found a stocking full of treats. Coloring books and a huge new box of crayons. Paints. Brushes and an easel too. Best of all……was a doll that looked just like her.
The last gift that Little Girl opened was beautifully wrapped. The edges of the foil paper were crisp and clean. The ribbon was tied with precision. She thought perhaps this gift came from a store that actually did gift wrapping.
She carefully unwrapped the box in order to save the paper. Christmas wrap like she’d never seen. Inside the box she found carefully folded tissue paper closed with a gold foil sticker. Everything smelled like expensive perfume.
Little Girl wrinkled her nose and buried her face in the tissue. The aroma was something she knew she’d never forget. Only fancy ladies in church ever smelled this good!
She opened the tissue paper to find a beautiful emerald green velvet dress. White lace stood up at the collar and at the edge of the sleeves. Her eyes flew open in surprise.
Little Girl’s closet was full of nice things to wear. But, everything was serviceable. Ma didn’t believe in dressing little girls in velvet and lace. Little girls that liked to climb trees and jump into muddy puddles.
“Did you buy this for me, Ma?” asked Little Girl.
“Maybe.” said Ma. “What’s a mother to do when her girl refuses to even look at the Sears Wish Book. There’s a good question for you, Little Girl. I’m thinking that dress is for church…………..and parties………….and if you take good care of it……………when you outgrow it…………you can give it to your little cousin.”
Daddy threw his head back and had a good laugh ………….at his wife who had such a hard time giving gifts…………that smelled of expensive perfume……………and would be remembered forever.
“Oh, Daddy! Look at all the things that Santa brought to me! How did he know exactly what I wanted without a letter or list?” asked Little Girl. “Why did I get so many beautiful gifts?”
“Because, Santa knows you. And, because you didn’t ask for a thing.” Daddy replied.