Christmas Books in July Event

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Welcome to the Christmas Books in July event!

The weather is hot, and we’re all hoping and wishing for some cooler weather soon. But while we’re waiting for that cooler weather,  six of us authors have come together to celebrate Christmas in July with books, stories, games, and more!

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Today, we’re starting off Christmas Books in July with a short story from Author Kathleen Gemmell.

(This was originally published by ParentCo.)

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A Porcupine for Christmas

He walked three steps on that festive Christmas.

Having just turned one, I was quite convinced that my son was talented beyond compare in his age bracket. Jay was a tow head, trim, and sported a contagious grin. On that day, he wore red corduroy overalls and a green turtleneck. I was over the moon in love with my little guy.

We were visiting one set of grandparents on Christmas Eve and the other on the big day itself. In keeping with the theme that Jay was without compare, both sets of grand-folks had overdone the gift giving. Large trees in both homes were piled with gifts beneath.

Of course, our Jack Russell Terrier, Devon, was part of our family and she too, seemed to sense the frivolity in the air. “Devon” had been Jay’s first word and we chalked that up to his brilliant persona. After greeting their grand-dog, my parents overwhelmed little Jay with kisses and cuddles and treats galore. Jay’s reactions were a bit off putting to these proud elders. After all, what child isn’t enamored over the Christmas bounty?

A one-year-old child is clueless to the merriment of Christmas. As gift after gift was set before him, my parents were puzzled as to his lack of enthusiasm.

“Mom, Dad, he is only just past infancy. He doesn’t yet ‘get’ this holiday fare. Please don’t be upset. Once home, I’m sure he’ll enjoy all the bobbles and bangles. I will say, however, that a bicycle is rather premature.”

Jay seemed to focus on the sparkling tinsel on the 10-foot tree and would crawl over and pluck handfuls off. Devon was soon covered in silver and ran about trying to rid her couture.

“This is not going like I anticipated,” whined my mother. “Jay isn’t enjoying his gifts and Devon never misbehaves. I told your father that this Christmas would not be a Norman Rockwell painting. Would he listen? No. A bicycle, honestly!”

Mom poured herself a cocktail…one of the few she drank each year. I knew that after two Vodka Sours, my mom would be loopy. yet care free. Her disappointment would likely pass.

My father was an outgoing, loving soul. I never heard that one person disliked him.

“Alice,” he cooed.” This will be a fine day. We must all relax, enjoy each other’s company and remember the meaning of Christmas.”

The tinsel covered living room was quite the mess for a mother who was chided to be OCD-ish. Devon, free from her burden, had curled up on the tree skirt and we all tried our best to follow her calm demeanor. Jay, now covered in the silver folly, began to be irritable and I put him in his port-a-crib and soothed him to sleep.

Liqueurs were served and I had a moment of jealously as breast feeding kept me from joining the others. A fine meal was served while Jay and Devon slept on and the familial mood brightened. We told stories of Christmas pasts and we absolutely had to get mom’s goat with the retelling of the mouse and cat episode…

That year, my parent’s home had a mouse “Issue.” Their beautiful home “could not” be infested according to mom. One exterminator after another assured her that the “Issue” was resolved.  Phoebe, their beloved cat knew better and chased a loner up the heavily ornament laden tree.

The tree tipped and before anyone could right it, that tree was through the glass of the picture window. I’m embarrassed to say that my uncontrollable laughter further crazed mom, but honestly, is was perfectly perfect.

Jay awoke as Devon hoped into his crib to check on him. After a changed diaper and a feeding, the Christmas Eve hour was growing late. We all settled in, having donned new sweaters and slippers. The snow fell and the conversation was peaceful. Sweet Jay began to scoot about the myriad of toys and came upon three overlooked gifts.

“Goodness,” stated dad. “We forgot Devon’s gifts.”

Jay was well into tearing the wrapping off and Devon sidled up to him as she could smell her goodies. Dog treats, a large rawhide bone and a rubber porcupine that squeaked when squeezed were Santa’s bounty.

Jay was enamored with the squeaky porcupine. Amidst a mountain of gifts, Jay had found the present he loved. Of course, the irritating noise was tolerated and Devon seemed not to care as she gnawed her bone.

Using the couch, he pulled himself upright with one hand, clutching his treasure in the other. Jay turned to me, a huge smile on his rosy-cheeked face and he walked those first steps.

“Well,” concluded my father, “If this isn’t the best Christmas yet…”

Jay slept with his beloved keepsake and focused on it the next day as we journeyed on to another mound of gifts from Ol’ Saint Nick.

“Mr. Porcupine” is now in Jay’s keepsake box of treasures.

After all, only a wonderfully precocious child would choose the perfect gift.

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