Last night when I went to bed, by toys were on top of my bookcase. The lion, cheetah, giraffe, tiger and elephant were all clean from washing my silverware the night before. My toys have come alive every night at the stroke of midnight in December. So far they have fried eggs, took books off of my bookcase, toilet papered my writing desk and washed the dishes.
My youngest daughter and I got back from her Christmas play rehearsal around nine o’clock. She wanted to decorate the Christmas tree as soon as we got home.
“Mom, please, please, please, can we decorate the Christmas tree tonight?”
“Not tonight, it’s too late. We will decorate the tree tomorrow night.”
“Please Mama. I don’t want to wait.”
This conversation went back and forth a few times, please, no, please, no, please, no. And it stayed at no.
This morning when I came downstairs it looked like there was light coming from the living room. The sun hadn’t risen yet, it was black outside. Didn’t I turn off all the lights last night?
I walked down the hallway and turned right at the kitchen towards the family room.
Oh, my. The bottom half of the Christmas tree was covered in lights, and ornaments were hanging from the bottom branches.
Who did this? What’s going on?
And then I saw them.
My toys. Frank, the lion had on a red Santa hat. He was trying to hang an ornament. The cheetah, Willow, had a wreath around her neck. It looked like she was about to hang an ornament. The giraffe, Margaret, and the elephant, Edward had ornaments around their necks.
Where is the tiger? Oh no! The tiger, Bob, was tangled up in the lights! Poor Bob. But, he did find a candy cane!
Did the toys hear Timber say she wanted to decorate the tree?
I think the toys were trying to be kind to Timber. Oh, I wish they would be nice to me. The basement is such a mess. My kitchen floors need to be washed, and my cloth napkins need to be folded.
I did want to paint the stairwell to the basement a different color. Oh dear! I had better not say that out loud! Who knows what my toys might do.
What do you think they will do tonight? Please tell me in the comments.
Maybe your toys will come alive tonight too!
Everything you can imagine is real.
― Pablo Picasso
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Oh dear. I said toycember five times in the last three sentences. (And I don’t even want to think how many exclamation points I used in this story. I just can’t help it!)
And a shout out to Timber, my youngest, she gets all the credit for thinking of the name for the toys adventure. Thank you Timber!
P.S. Here are the other stories from this month’s adventure:
November 30: On December 1st my toys will come alive.
December 1st: My toys came alive at midnight last night! They like eggs!
December 2nd: My toys came alive last night and emptied my bookcase.
December 3rd: My toys were upset with me last night. They toilet papered my writing desk.
December 4th: I almost caught my toys alive! What were they doing?