A Christmas Eve Story

A story grandma might have told on Christmas Eve

One year, on the night of Christmas Eve, there was a small boy who couldn't sleep. His mother told him to just close his eyes. When he did it wasn’t too long until he saw a bright light flash and he heard a voice, “Stay awake, young boy, stay awake.”

After the clock struck two he felt himself growing restless, he got out of bed and wandered outside. The night air was cold but he felt strangely warm. Out in the dark he saw a faint light, an almost imagined twinkling in the trees. The boy went to the light. There, lost in the snow, he saw a small baby. He picked up the baby and rushed it back home. The young boy pulled the covers over himself. He cradled the baby beside him in bed, warming it against his body. Together they fell into a deep sleep.

When morning came there was a cry from a woman whose baby was gone. She searched desperately for her missing child. The whole town woke up to her cries and a search was organized. Despair came upon the towns people when the baby could not be found.

Oh to be there for the rejoicing when the young boy, whose sleep had been so deep that he did not wake up amidst all the commotion, came out of his house with a messy head of hair and the lost baby in his arms, saved and alive by some miracle. Every since then it has been considered good luck to be sleepless on the night of Christmas Eve.