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In the silence of the dark living room, in the boughs of the Christmas tree, a strange conversation evolves.
“Okay, it’s safe to talk.”
“Is that you Snowy?”
“I’m still here.”
“Me, too ”
“Is that Tina, our tiny ballerina? Still twirling?”
“So far, Brady.”
“Okay, ” Snowy said, “Tina and Mr. Football are still here.”
“Yeah, Snowy. I’m ready for the big game.”
“Ho, Ho, Ho, Snowy.”
Snowy kept up the roll call. “Angel?”
A sweet voice drifted down from the top of the tree. “I’m here Snowy, but I don’t hear Chirpy singing.”
Snowy called out, “Chirpy?” Nothing. He tried again. “Chirpy are you here?
Chirpy was missing, and he wasn’t the first. Last night it was the snowboarder, and before that Rudolph and Teddy Bear disappeared.
A frightened little voice cried, “Where is everyone?”
“Who’s doing this?” Angel said.
Olga answered, “I heard the mother say there were too many ornaments on the tree.”
“I think it’s the little boy,” said Nutcracker. “Snowboarder said the boy wanted to play with him.”
“That’s right,” Brady said. “And Rudolph said the boy pinched his nose. Now they’re both gone. I hope he doesn’t hurt them.”
“I wish we could see each other. I’m afraid, twirling up here by myself.”
“I can see your head, Tina,” said Angel.
A squeaky voice piped up. “I can’t see anybody.”
“Who’s that?” Snowy said.
“Gingerbread Man. What are we going to do?”
“I’m afraid,” Tina said. “Who’ll be next?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”
“Thank you Mr. Nutcracker, but you couldn’t protect all the others.”
Tina’s words sunk in, and the living room got very quiet. If someone wanted to steal them, they could.
As each ornament worried about his fate, the branches on the tree began to move.
Tiny voices cried out. “What’s that? Who’s there? What’s going on?
Then they heard a scream.
“Who is it? I can’t see. What’s going on?” Snowy yelled.
“It’s Gingerbread Man. Save me.”
What can we do?” Nutcracker said.
As Ginger’s scream faded off into the distance, Angel asked, “Who took him? Did anyone see?”
No one had seen anything. Finally, it was quiet again. None of the ornaments spoke. It was Christmas Eve and they didn’t know if they’d be here to see Christmas morning.
A sleepy voice answered. “What is it honey?”
“Mittens got ahold of something. I heard it scream.”
“I’ll take care of it in the morning.”
“Mommy, it’s in my room. I think it’s crying.”
“Oh for heaven’s sake. I’m coming.”
Mommy came in, turned on the light, and laughed.
“Mittens!” He’s been stealing ornaments off the tree. “Naughty kitty. Shoo.”
She picked up Ginger, Snowboarder, Rudolph, Teddy Bear and Chirpy and put them all back on the tree. Chirpy’s feathers were a little chewed, but he could still sing.
“But Mommy, I heard a scream.”
It was probably Mittens playing. “Go to sleep. Santa will be coming soon.”
After all the humans had gone back to sleep, and everyone had been welcomed back to the tree, Snowy whispered, “I forgot that humans can hear us on Christmas Eve. If that wicked kitten comes back, we’ll all yell and make a great big ruckus.
Just then, they heard sleigh bells outside, and a sigh swept through the tree.
“We’ll be all right now,” Angel said.
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