Nothing was going to stop Harry from achieving his mission. He’d planned every step. It had taken him days and days. Now, he had to make sure no one messed it up.
He ate all his supper. Even the broccoli.
He scraped off his plate. Put it in the dishwasher.
He didn’t splash in the bath.
Well, not too much.
Harry put on his new pajamas. The feet were a little too long, but he’d be careful.
At bedtime, he only asked for one extra story.
Then he waited.
Waiting was hard.
So was staying awake.
Harry pinched his toes and counted all the way to a hundred.
He whispered his plan to Marshall, but the stuffed Dalmatian didn’t have any ideas on how to stay awake.
When he’d waited forever, he looked at his clock. The first number was a nine. Or was it a six? He traced the number on his hand like his teacher had shown him. It was a nine.
That had to be late. No one could stay awake until nine.
Harry hugged Marshall for luck and then snuck out of bed. The nightlight helped him see and he peeked into the hall. Lights were still on downstairs but they’d have to leave them on tonight.
Harry slid to the side of the stairs and held the banister tight. His pjs were a little slippery but he only fell once on his way down.
When he reached the bottom, he looked down the hall. No one. He tiptoed into the living room and grinned. No presents were under the tree yet. He wasn’t too late.
Harry went straight to his hiding place, between the two chairs and in front of the bookshelf. Then he sat down to wait some more. He was going to see Santa’s face for the first time. All he had to do was not fall asleep.
Harry jerked awake when something wet touched his face. He tried to roll away, but the wet followed him. When something barked, Harry opened his eyes as the dog licked him again. A Dalmatian. Just like Marshall. “Did Santa bring you?”
The dog woofed and jumped in Harry’s lap.
Mom and Dad came into the room with their coffee cups. “Merry Christmas, Harry.”
“Did Santa bring me a puppy?”
“Didn’t you see Santa?”
“No.” He must have fallen asleep after all. He hadn't seen Santa's face.
Mom picked up a red paper from the plate where they’d left the cookies. “Looks like Santa left you a note.”
“What does it say?”
“Maybe next year.”
Harry nodded and hugged the Dalmation. "I'll see him next year."
Tagline: Harry's on a mission to see a face for the first time
The above is part of the WEP challenge First Time Ever I Saw Your Face. Please check out the links to read the other entries into the challenge. There's lots of time to join as the entries will be open from Dec 1-15. I hope you'll join in the fun!!!