Teen authors David & Laura Lee (Inspire us to write)

David T. Lee (15 year-old of 5 books, published a 4,500-word sci-fi at 7); Laura T. Lee (13 year-old of 2 novels, published a 62,000-word novel at 10)

Lily’s Christmas (by my sister Laura Lee)

Written By: Laura T. Lee - Dec• 24•15

December 25th, 2033

Twelve-year old Lily Claire was woken quite rudely by someone shouting into her face. “Lily, get up!” Lily groaned and buried her face into her pillow. “John, not now.” Her five-year old brother started dancing around her bed, screaming and being just plain ridiculous. Lily jumped out of bed. “Okay, fine. Let’s go eat breakfast.”

Lily’s mother set down a plate of golden-brown pancakes in front of Lily. As she ate, she watched the snow fall outside of her window. Suddenly John sighed. “I wish Dad was here.” Oh, right. Dad was at work, doing his stuff somewhere in an office, as usual. Her mom smiled at the two of them. “I wonder what Santa got for the two of you darlings.”

Lily rolled her eyes. “Mom, we are not kids anymore. At least, not me. Can’t I eat my pancakes in peace?” She quickly finished her breakfast and went to the living-room, where their Christmas tree stood, tall and colorful with its multicolored bright lights and ornaments and whatnot. Underneath, close to a thousand presents were piled up. Lily really wanted to go outside in the snow afterwards, so she followed a delighted John to the tree.

Immediately after Lily’s brother tore open the first gift, he shrieked with excitement. “Mommy, look, I got a hat!” “Santa must have you on the top of his nice list,” their mother said beaming. Lily got a pair of gloves that fit snugly over her hands. For the next ten minutes, the tree was the center of a present frenzy, with gift wrap flying everywhere. Lily’s pile got increasingly bigger, with a winter jacket, a math and science textbook (yeah, thanks, mom), a game of Monopoly, and more. John’s yells of happiness got louder and louder as he opened gift after gift. “I got a book! I got a candy cane!” Et cetera, et cetera. When they finally finished ripping open gifts, the whole room was a mess of wrapping, but near the tree there were two heaping piles of presents. Lily tried not to notice that her pile was considerably smaller than John’s.

“Okay, now that we’re done opening gifts, can we please go outside?” Lily asked. With her mother’s permission, she grabbed her new jacket and gloves and went out the door to her backyard.

There must have been, like, three feet of snow on the frozen ground. Lily waded through, feeling the falling snowflakes sting her cheeks. In the two minutes before John came, Lily made several snowballs and hid behind a hill of snow.

“It’s snowing!” John ran around the backyard, though he was having a hard time getting through the heaps of snow. As he stopped underneath the hill, Lily climbed on top and dropped all of the snowballs on top of him. “Ah!” John scrambled out and threw an armful of snow at a giggling Lily.

They played in the snow until the ground was covered with footsteps. Lily wanted to stay outside longer, but she was cold and shivering even inside her warm jacket. She led John back into the house, reminding him to take off his boots at the front door and not to track snow inside the rooms. Her mother held out two steaming cups of hot chocolate with marshmallows on top to them, and Lily gladly took one.

Five hours later, their father came back from work. “Dad!” John shouted happily. Lily hugged her father. “Merry Christmas, Dad.” “Aw, how nice. Now, did Santa get any presents for me?” he replied, eyeing the gifts on the living-room floor. “You aren’t a kid anymore. Santa left you some cookies.” “Ooh, cookies!” Lily’s dad went inside the kitchen and came back a minute later with a plate of sugar cookies in his hands.

Everyone took a cookie and began to talk, laughing and making jokes as John presented his new dance moves and their dad discussed the hilarious events that had happened in his office. Soon it was dark outside, and Lily’s mom was calling for them to come to dinner.

Lily’s mother had worked hard to prepare a Christmas feast. The long mahogany table was covered with a red and green tablecloth, topped with fresh platters of food. Lily crowded her plate with roast beef and mashed potatoes and ham and dug in. The potatoes melted in her mouth along with the roast beef, and the ham was excellent and juicy. She savored every single bite of the Christmas feast. While her family was still eating dinner, Lily crept off to her room, where she had hid her dad’s Christmas presents. She carried them to the kitchen. “Santa remembered you!” she said to her father.

“Oh, goody!” Her dad cheerfully unwrapped an iPhone and a can of shaving cream. “Thank you, Santa!” Everyone laughed.

At the end of dinner Lily said to her parents and little John, “Guys, I just wanted to say Merry Christmas, and I love you all.” John grinned along with her parents. “Goodnight, Mom. Dad. John.” Lily walked down the hallway to her bedroom and climbed into her comfortable bed. As she tucked herself under her blankets, she heard John singing Christmas songs, which made a satisfying ending to her Christmas day.

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