by Traci Van Wagoner
Part 5 of 5
Snow piled up on the windowsill, and I couldn’t take my eyes off the glowing star on top of our tree. It had to work. Papa had to see it.
Tick-tock, tick-tock. Almost eleven.
And then, I heard something.
A snort. A whinny.
The creak of wagon wheels and a whistle.
“I knew he would make it!” Jacob hollered.
We raced outside toward Papa’s bobbing lantern. I elbowed Jacob and grinned, “I knew you missed him.”
“Whoa!” Papa’s voice boomed. The horses stopped in a jangle of harnesses.
I flew into Papa’s arms. “I knew you would make it home.” I placed his little piece of luck into his cold hands. “I kept it with me always so I knew you would come back safe.”
Pa smiled. “I felt your warm thoughts clear on the other side of the mountain. And through the blustering wind at the summit. When I saw the star glowing in the window, I knew which way was home.”
As we walked back to the house, Pa reached into his pockets. “I brought you both something. It isn’t much, but I know you haven’t had one since last Christmas.”
He handed us each an orange as orange as the star shining brightly in our window, the star that guided Papa home.
Thank you for joining me here. I hope you enjoyed my short story and are enjoying your Christmas Eve. Merry Christmas to you all!