Wait for It, Wait for It He had done a very good job at keeping this gift a secret from her even though she asked a thousand times what it was. Shiloh Adlar Writer, Ravenclaw It was one week before Christmas and Eloise was filled with excitement because her older brother, Bartholomew, or Barty for short, had promised her the best and most wonderful gift she could ever imagine. He had done a very good job at keeping this gift a secret from her even though she asked a thousand times what it was. Today, she decided she was going to go on a hunt.
“He has to be keeping it around here somewhere,” Eloise thought to herself as she searched the closet under the stairs and by the door. When her brother had left for work, she even snuck into his room and checked his closet, but there was no present to be found. She searched every nook and cranny of the house she could think of. She even searched the garage until the heat from the California sun made her eyes droopy. She became tired and gave up for the evening. When Barty returned home from work, he found Eloise passed out on the sofa with their cat sleeping soundly on her tummy, their parents now home from work themselves and in the kitchen preparing dinner. Barty went into the kitchen and laughed. “Eloise tired herself out searching for her present, I think. It looks like Toodles is watching over her closely though,” he said referring to the fluff ball mewing in his sleep. Their parents laughed with him before telling Barty to wake up his sister so they could eat. The week passed by too slowly for Eloise whose excitement only increased as the days got closer to Christmas. On Christmas Eve, she watched her brother carefully to get an idea of where he may be hiding her gift, but once again, her watch proved not to work. He was too good at keeping secrets. She settled for the fact that she would just have to wait for it, just like her brother kept telling her. “Just wait for it, Eloise. Wait for it.” Christmas Day came and she jumped out of bed, running down the stairs to the tree. However, the thrill was quickly diminished when she realized there were no presents there. She went over to the sofa and sat, pouting while also trying to think. Toodles joined her in thought. That was when she realized that the house felt very, very empty. She stood up and looked out the window to check if the cars were outside, and they were. She put on her boots that were next to the door and stepped outside into the snow that had been delivered overnight. She paused. “Snow!” She continued to look around at the snow all around her and even the snowman that seemed to be waving at her down the sidewalk. Her brother appeared with a big smile on his face. “I know you’ve always wanted to see snow, so I decided to have it delivered to you this year instead.” Eloise ran up to her brother and gave him the biggest hug she could. It was definitely a Christmas she would not soon forget.
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