The Christmas Wish

Due to the holidays, this short story is a repost from a blog I did a couple of years ago. I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas.

The Christmas Wish

Pearlie travelled across the quiet neighborhood, gathering the prayers and requests from the children in her care. This was her first Christmas season as a guardian angel, and she wanted to do a good job for her boss.

Most of the prayers were simple ones, thanking God for their parents, or their pets. Since this was December, more prayers turned to requests for toys or specific gifts. Pearlie shook her head, her creamy white curls swishing across her velvet wings. Kids didn’t always understand that prayers were not like wishes to be granted. However, she wrote a few requests down in her notebook, and continued on.

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MayaLee Photography/Studio 56

Moonlight glittered upon the frost which blanketed the streets and houses. Only fifteen more children to go and her night rounds would be complete. She could go back up to her heavenly home and watch over the slumbering children.

Pearlie reached the last house on her list. It was a small home, with two little girls—five-year-old Holly, and seven-year-old Noel. Their mommy and daddy usually sat with them each night as they said their prayers, and tucked them in before wishing them both sweet dreams. Pearlie smiled, she liked this family.

But, when she floated into the bedroom, she heard it. Soft cries echoed between the girls. Pearlie realized something was wrong.

“Okay, Holly, Noel. It’s time for bed, girls. Do you want me to read you a story?” The girl’s Aunt Joy came in and crouched down in front of the bookshelf by the door, leafing through the girl’s books. “How about the night before Christmas?”

Holly and Noel sniffled and shook their heads no.

“How about the Twelve Days of Christmas?” Aunt Joy sat down on Noel’s bed. The seven-year-old’s lip quivered. She shook her head no again.

Aunt Joy thumbed through the books. “Hm, here’s a couple good ones. How about A Christmas Carol? Or The Grinch?”

Holly and Noel hung their heads. “We don’t have a gift to give mommy at the hospital for Christmas.”

Pearlie frowned and her chest squeezed tight. Their mommy was gone because she was sick. That hadn’t been on her roster when she’d left earlier.

Aunt Joy set the books aside. “Oh, guys. I know. Hey, the best gift your mommy can get is you being there at the hospital with her tomorrow.”

The girls didn’t look up at their aunt.

“How about if I tell you some Christmas stories from when your mom and I were kids?”

Holly wiped her wet cheeks on her sleeve, and Noel blew her nose in a tissue, both nodded their heads yes.

Pearlie sat up on their dresser and waited while Aunt Joy tucked the girls into their beds and sat down on a chair between them.

“When your mom and I were little girls, we loved wintertime. We would catch snowflakes on oursnowflakes tongues, make snow angels. We’d build snow men, and sled until it was dark out. I remember one Christmas your mom and I got the flu” Aunt Joy cringed and then laughed. “We had really bad sore throats. It snowed, and snowed, and ssssssnnnnnnnnoooooooowwwwwweeeeeddddd that day.” Aunt Joy tickled them and the girls giggled.

“It snowed so much we got stuck in the house. But guess what your grandma did?”  Aunt Joy’s  eyes sparkled as she looked first at Holly and then at Noel. “She made us snow cream. Grandpa gathered up a bucket full of fresh snow, and grandma made the snow cream. Oh, it was absolutely the best ever.” Aunt Joy flung her arms open wide, a big smile filled her face.

“Yum!” Noel giggled and kicked her feet beneath the blanket

“Yay!” Holly squeaked and clapped her hands.

Pearlie smiled. She liked their Aunt Joy.

“And the best part,” Aunt Joy tweaked the girl’s noses one at a time, “is that the very next day we were better. But now, it’s time to say your prayers.” Aunt Joy folded her hands and bowed her head as the girls said their prayers.

Pearlie took notes as they all prayed together. At the end of their prayers Noel and Holly asked for it to snow so they could make their mommy some snow cream to take to the hospital the next day as a special Christmas gift.

Pearlie hurried back home. Her boss smiled at Pearlie when she told Him about the girl’s sick mother and what the girls had requested. He nodded His magnificent head, and winked.

The next morning Pearlie smiled when she landed in her neighborhood, smiling at the mounds of snow that had fallen overnight. Several of those shoveling the sidewalks and driveways murmured about the freak snow storm the weather men hadn’t predicted. Pearlie just smiled.

She headed for the small house at the end of her list first, and found Aunt Joy, Holly, and Noel with three buckets full of snow in their back yard. The girls, dressed in their snowsuits, were on the ground making snow angels, and Aunt Joy was rolling a snow ball into a large ball for the bottom of a snow man.

Drifting over the houses, Pearlie continued her work, jotting down prayers and special requests. It was dark before she got back to the small house to check on Noel and Holly. The girls were being tucked in bed by their dad.

“Can you believe how much it snowed today?” Their daddy asked them.

The girls nodded, their blue eyes wide with happiness.

Holly’s face grew serious. “It snowed for mommy.”

“We prayed for snow cream to make mommy feel better.” Noel stated.

Their daddy grinned at them. “You did? That was the best Christmas present ever.”

Big smiles covered the girl’s faces.

Warmth filled Pearlie. She was so glad she could help make this one Christmas wish come true.

The End

Snow Cream Recipe

1 gallon of fresh snow                                               ¾ c. white sugar

1 can (12 oz) evaporated milk                                   2 eggs beaten

1 ½ tsp vanilla extract

In large bowl, combine evaporated milk, eggs, vanilla, and sugar until smooth. Gradually stir in snow until mixture reaches desired consistency. Eat at once.




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Dawn Ford

Dawn is a young adult fiction author, creating authentic stories that cut through the lies we hide behind to break through to our inner truths. Her passions are her faith, family, shoes, purses, things that sparkle, and anything steampunk. Keep up with Dawn's news and events at

4 thoughts on “The Christmas Wish”

  1. Sweet story, Dawn. Alas, no fresh snow up here but an abundance of freezing rain. I’ll have to hold off on making the snow cream. 🙂

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