Kristy's Christmas

This story is about a selfish little girl who learns the true meaning of Christmas. There is religion in it. This story is set in a town in the United States during the 1800s.

Warning: mention of a strap.

Once there was a little girl named Kristy who lived in a small house with her mother and three little brothers. She wasn't rich, but she was better off than a lot of people. She was a selfish and greedy little girl. She had no friends with other children because she looked down on the children that were poorer and was jealous of the children who were richer than her.

One Christmas Eve she was walking home from the park where she was ice skating. The air was chilly, and a blanket of snow covered everything including roofs of houses, and icicles were hanging down on windows and ever green trees. She passed by many houses that were decorated for Christmas. There were wreathes, candles, Santa Clauses, candy canes, etc hanging on the windows, and there were many ever green trees decked out with apples, acorns, garlands, and little candles inside and outside houses with stars or angels on top and manger scenes below. Many people were wishing each other a Merry Christmas while they were passing each other on the sidewalks, and there were also many carolers filling the air with joyful music, as well as the jingling of bells on sleighs and carriages as they were moving along on the streets. Everyone around her seemed to be filled with the Christmas Spirit except for her.

She passed by several children who were having fun throwing snow balls at each other. One of the snow balls hit her shoulder.

"Watch it!"she yelled angrily.

"Sorry," a little boy said.

She scowled at him in response.

She passed by a family dressed in rags. They were singing Jingle Bells with a bucket in front of them that had some coins in it. She fingered the coin in her pocket that was given to her by her father. The coin was dear to her and she was not going to give it to them.

Instead she looked at them with disgust and said nastily, "you are terrible singers."

She continued on her way home.

She saw a kind hearted little girl giving a coin to another group of poor carolers, and said, "Merry Christmas to you."

"Thank you and Merry Christmas to you too," they said to her.

Kristy stuck her tongue at the other little girl because she was one of the children she did not like. The other little girl ignored her before she walked away. It was Christmas Eve and she wasn't going to let Kristy spoil it for her. Kristy looked at her with envy.

I wish I could have clothes as nice as hers, she thought. The fur coat, hat ,and gloves look very pretty and must keep her very warm. All I have is a wool coat and a knitted hat and gloves. Oh how I wish I could live with a rich family like hers.

She passed by the homes of some rich people. The houses were larger and grander than the other homes and the decorations were fancier. She looked through a large window of one of the houses and saw a large tree decorated with many little unlit candles, apples, chestnuts, acorns, candy canes and glass ornaments shaped into many things including bells, wreathes, ballet slippers, ballet figurines, candy canes, etc. The top of the tree had a star on it that was made out of glass, and below the tree she saw the manger scene that was made out of porcelain. There were donkeys, cows, and oxen figurines in the back of the cave, and the sheep, Sheppard's, and the three wise men with their camels figurines were standing outside it. They were all facing the Child Jesus in the cradle. The Blessed Virgin Mary and St Joseph knelt down on either side of him. She also saw a little girl with long curly blond hair a pink silk dress playing with her doll on the soft yellow rug. The fire from the fire place was keeping the room warm. Kristy looked at the doll the little girl was playing with and wished she had a doll like that. The doll was wearing a soft white dress with petticoats. She had pink rosy cheeks and lips, and eye lashes that framed her glass eyes. She also had shoes made out of leather. All Kristy had was a rag doll and a wooden doll and they weren't even half as pretty as that doll.

When she finished looking at the doll she continued on her way home. She looked through a window of another house and saw men, women, and children dressed in fancy clothes and jewels sitting at a very large table and enjoying a feast. On the table were smooth and creamy mashed potatoes, buttery sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, turnips, and all kinds of vegetables including corn, green beans, and beats. In the middle of the table was a very large turkey with gravy. On the small table next to it were cakes, cookies, and pies.

The food in the dining room of that house especially the ones on the desert table made her mouth water. She could almost taste the smooth buttery sweet potatoes and mashed potatoes and bite into the roasted turkey flavored with seasonings. She wanted to eat the soft chewy chocolate cookies that came directly from the oven as well as to plunge her fork into the spongy vanilla cake and taste the cherry filled pie. She loved cherries, but rarely have them.

I wish I could eat such fancy foods as that. All I eat at home are plain foods, and boring deserts.

She passed by the house and soon came upon a large old church. She heard some children singing Silent Night. Their voices filled the air with their lovely melodies. It was so lovely that she stood still and watched it for a few minutes before she continued on her way home.

A wagon with sleigh bells was passing by as she was walking home. She soon came upon Mr. Martin's golden retriever sitting on the snow with a collar and chain around his neck. The dog barked at her while she passed by his territory, but she paid no attention to him. She was very close to home now.

She kept walking until she came to a small house. She opened the gates and walked through them until she came to the front door.

When she opened the door she heard her mother shout from the kitchen, "Kristy, is that you?"

"Yes mama!" she shouted back.

"Wipe your feet off before you come in, and hang up your outerwear in the closet!"

Kristy wiped her boots on the old door mat and entered the Parlor. She was glad to be out of the freezing cold and she took off her wet hat, gloves, and coat and hung them up in the forest. Then she laid her ice skates on the floor.

Kristy walked on their warn out blue carpeting until she came to the fire place. She sat down in front of it to get warm. She rubbed her frozen fingers in front of the fire place to warm them. She looked around the room and noticed how shabby it was. There were two old couches and a small coffee table, a wreath in the window with needles falling out and a small Christmas tree with a few candles, acorns, apples, and a homemade garland and ornaments hanging on it with a few candy canes, and the manger scene underneath was made out of wood. She did not care for that Christmas tree because it wasn't grand like those in wealthy homes. She also watched her 3 little brothers playing with their toy wagons.

"I can't wait for Santa Clause to come tonight!" exclaimed Tim. "I want a new wagon, a bigger one."

"I want a new beah," said Tom.

"I want a new bear, and a new wagon," said Pete.

"I also want a stuffed horse, and a choo choo tain," said Tom.

"I love choo choo trains!" Pete exclaimed.

"Kristy, Tim, Tom, Pete, time for dinner!"

The three year old triplets dropped their toys and ran to the kitchen. Kristy followed them.

When they entered the kitchen, they saw that their father was already sitting at one end of the table. There was a plate, fork, and a glass of apple juice in front of each person. There was also a candle surrounded by a few holly berries and leaves on the center of the table

When the children sat down at the table the mother took the pot roast off the coal stove and place it in the middle of the table. The father and the triplets were looking at it with eager anticipation, but Kristy was frowning at it. This was the third day of eating pot roast and she was sick of it.

"Now let us bow our heads and thank the Lord for this food," said the father.

Everybody bowed their head while the father said the blessing. "Lord Bless this food, and everybody here, and thank you for your bounty. Amen."


"Now let us eat," said the father.

Kristy's mother and father sliced the pot roast and put some on everybody's plate they also gave each child a slice of warm bread with butter on it. Almost everybody began to eat the food and talk joyfully to each other.

The father plunged his fork into the pot roast and brought it to his mouth when he chewed the beef he tasted the seasonings on it.

"This is good," he said.

"Thank you," she said.

"I can't wait till Santa comes down the chimney, and gives me toys," said Tim.

"I can't either," said Tom and Pete.

"I can't wait for tomorrow either," said the mother. "We are going to have so much fun. We will go to church first, and then we are going to play all kinds of games and sing Christmas Carols."

"And my brother and his family will be over tomorrow too," he said to his wife.

"Your uncle Henry is going to read you some Christmas stories," he said to the children.

"I like Christmas stories," said Tom after he drank some apple juice.

The father noticed that Kristy frowning at the food on her plate.

"What's the matter Kristy? Why are you not eating?"

"Are you feeling well?" the mother asked worriedly.

"Why do we have to eat this pot roast again?"she complained. "This is the third day, and I am sick of it. Why can't we have fancy foods like glazed ham, or turkey with gravy and buttery mashed potatoes, or deer with herbs and spices, and why do we have to eat on these boring plates.

"We are having chicken tomorrow," her father answered her.

Why can't we have fancy china plates?"

Your father works very hard to feed us and give us a roof over our heads.

"Why do I have to have brothers? "They are such babies, and we would have more things without them.

"That is a very mean thing, say," her mother said in shock. "They are your brothers and you are supposed to love them. I am very disappointed in you. Where's your Christmas spirit?"

"I would have a Christmas spirit if I have more things."

"Be grateful for what you have," her father chided her. "You have a loving family enough food to eat, and toys to play with. Many people are less fortunate than you are."

"I'm tired of those old and shabby couches and rug, and that Christmas tree, I hate it. It is too small and there are no great Christmas decorations on it like those in the rich people's home."

Her parents were starting to get tired of her complaining.

"And I hope Santa brings me something better this year. All I got last year was a stupid wooden doll."

"Then give it to somebody else," her father said with annoyance in his voice.

She looked at him in horror, and said, "I'm not giving anybody any of my toys!"

"Stop complaining and eat your dinner!"the mother shouted. "We are trying to have a joyful time don't ruin it for us!"

"I don't care!" she yelled.

"Don't raise your voice at me," the mother said sternly to her.

"Start eating right now!" the father shouted.

"I won't!"

"Then get up off this chair and go to your room!" he yelled at her. "We are sick of your attitude. You have more than a lot of other people show some gratitude!"

Kristy stomped out of the kitchen in anger. Everybody winced when they heard a door slam shut.

The father started to get up to get the switch, but the mother pushed him down again.

"Not tonight, love, it's Christmas Eve."

"She's ruining it for everybody with her ingratitude and complaining," he said.

"I know, and wish she was grateful and kind to others," her mother said. "She would be much happier that way."

"Santa Clause is going to give Kristy coal this Christmas isn't he?" Tim asked.

"I'm afraid so, unless she decided to be a good girl," the mother answered.

"I don't want her to get coal," said Pete.

Why don't we all ask God tonight to make Kristy a good little girl?

The toddlers nodded their heads.

To be continued.