Archive for December, 2008

Magic of Christmas

Wednesday, December 24th, 2008

            The three sisters were busy looking for hidden presents.  It was Christmas Eve and they had not found a single package, wrapped in plain paper or bright tissue and bows.  They had searched the whole house, it seemed.

            “Do you think Mom and Dad have forgotten what time of year it is?” asked the youngest.

            “No, they never forget anything.  You know how our folks are,” the oldest, and leader of the trio said.

            “I know,” the thinker, and middle sister said, “lets look in the attic.”

            In haste the three climbed the dusty, dark stairs to the mysterious room beneath the roof.  The door creaked open.  An eastern window let in what light was left of Christmas Eve.  They spied a single light bulb with a dangling string hanging in the middle of the attic. 

            In a whisper middle sister said, “Turn the light on.”  The room was suddenly illuminated, casting strange shadows from stacked boxes, discarded toys, and baskets of last year’s clothes.   A quick search still found no hidden holiday presents.

            The three sat in the middle of the room in a dejected clump.  Disappointment filled their whispered voices, “I so wanted an I-phone. And I wanted new Nikes. And I need a new Blackberry.” They wailed. 

            Then a voice came from a rolled up carpet, leaning against the wall ”Muffump.”

            “What was that?” they screamed in unison. 

            “Un…roll…me,” the voice said.

            With trembling hands, the sisters undid the tied roll, reveling a tattered, and faded piece of carpet. 

            “You can talk?” they asked.

            “Yes,” the carpet said, “I am old and worn out, but I think I have one more trip left in me.  Climb aboard.”

            With that the three sat and clutched each other as the carpet fluttered, lifted off the floor and flew out the window.

            “Where are we going?” the girls demanded.  “And what are you anyway?”

            “We are going east, a long way, and back in time, a long way back.  And if you must know I am a carpet, a tired, but Magic Carpet.”

            Soon the carpet slowed, flew lower, made a wide circle around a small village whose streets were filled with people, and carts, and animals.  The carpet flew, slowly down winding streets, and alleyways, and then stopped at a barn like shelter.  Inside were donkeys, sheep, and a few cows.  From a corner of the barn a bright, shimmering, glow of light illuminated the shelter. In a manger lay a newborn child.  The parents huddled closely in the cold of the coming night.  The children watched in awe as a group of shepherds, in their tattered garments,  knelt at the borrowed bed. Then came three richly dressed men upon handsome steeds bearing gifts.  The glowing light brightened as singing voices lifted to fill the area with music.

            The Magic Carpet said, “We must go.  I feel week, and my strength is ebbing.”

            The sisters tarried, in wonder.  “Quick, we must go,” he insisted.


            Suddenly they found themselves sitting on a tattered, and worn piece of carpet in the middle of the attic.  Their voices were muted, and their eyes misted with tears of joy.  Filled with a newfound wisdom the girls filed silently down the stairs.

            “Girls,” their Mom said, “what have you been up to while I was gone?”

            In unison they said, “Mom, we have just seen the Magic of Christmas.”