Another Christmas Story

After weeks of searching every inch of the house for their Christmas presents, Peanut and her brothers were beginning to think that they had finally pushed their mother too far. Maybe they shouldn’t have joined the cousins in the food fight at the kids table on Thanksgiving. Of course they couldn’t have known that the General would slip on the food and twist his ankle. “Maybe this is the year that Mom and Dad finally give us nothing,” Peanut sighed. Her suspicion was now turning into desperation. She needed to find a way to turn this around. “What if we do the laundry and dishes for Mom?” she asked. “Do you think that she would forgive us?”

 

So, Peanut, Scooter and Teddy began their efforts to redeem themselves with Mom. Dragging the laundry from the hamper down the stairs to the washing machine, Peanut and Teddy worked together to load the laundry in the washing machine. Standing on a stool, Peanut placed the laundry in the washing machine as Teddy handed it up to her. When the wash basket was full, Peanut called for help “Scooter, I can’t reach the soap.” Scooter grabbed the Tide and thought some of his clothes had some really bad stains from rolling in the dirt yesterday. With that, he dumped half of the box on top of the laundry in the machine.  Looking at the dial, he remembered Mom telling him “Nothing gets clean without hot water.” So, he knew Mom would be proud of him as he chose the hot water cycle and adjusted the other knob that read extra soiled.

 

Now, it was time for them to finish the dishes. As they entered the kitchen, they began sloshing through the puddle of water cascading down the cabinets from the sink. “Oh no!” Scooter shouted, rushing to the faucet to shut off the water and pull the plug to let the water go down the drain. They had to think fast! How to get rid of the water on the floor? “I know what to do!” Peanut shouted and ran to her room. Pulling the blankets and sheets from her bed and dragging them down the hall, Peanut began sopping up the water with her bedding. When her bedding was saturated, Peanut ran to Teddy’s bed and dragged his bedding to the kitchen too. Soon there was a large pile of soaked bedding in a pile, but the water was gone.

 

Turning to the sink again, Scooter cleaned the dishes and left them in the drying rack. Then, he ran down stairs to find soap suds surrounding the washing machine. Panic set in once again. All of the kids scrambled to wipe up the suds with the rest of the dirty clothes. Once it was under control, Scooter throw the sudsy clothes from the washer into the dryer and put it on high. Then his heart sank. “What is going on here?” Scooter heard his mother yell from upstairs. Running up the stairs, Scooter recognized the look on his mother’s face and a lump formed in his throat. “Why is there a pile of soaked bedding in the kitchen?” she asked, shaking her head. “Um, Um, Well, you see..,” Scooter started. “Well, we were trying to do the dishes for you and the water sorta spilled,” he finished looking down to avoid her glare. “Okay bring this bedding downstairs so I can wash it,” she ordered, turning to put the groceries away. “At least she’ll be surprised by the laundry,” Scooter thought. There was still hope.

 

When all of the groceries were safely stored, she went down the stairs to start the laundry. After loading the first round of bedding, she opened the dryer to see what had just finished drying. “Oh my God! What did you do?” could be heard all the way to the third floor where Peanut and Teddy were hiding. “Who put the laundry in the machine? Peanut, Scooter and Teddy get down here now!” she commanded. As they entered the room, they found their mother holding up Scooter’s now pink undershirts and briefs. “Look at these,” she bellowed. “All of the whites are now pink!” Throwing the underwear into the laundry basket, she reached into the dryer and pulled out Lindsey’s favorite lamb’s wool sweater too small for even Peanut to wear. “What were you thinking?” she sighed shaking her head. When she paused, a scream came from the doorway. “What did you little monsters do to my sweater? How could you?” Lindsey yelled. “Lindsey let me handle this. We will get you a new sweater,” Mom promised.

 

They all stood there quietly until she was ready to speak. “I understand that you were trying to help, but it didn’t help. I will clean your bedding and you will bring it upstairs and make your beds. Please don’t do laundry without me,” Mom requested. “And, as for Lindsey’s sweater, you will each earn $5.00 towards the next sweater. Now, go upstairs and put away the dishes and your toys.”

 

Ascending the stairs with the weight of the world on their shoulders, they quickly put away everything as their mother asked. Peanut and her brothers went to bed on Christmas Eve with visions of nothing under the tree dancing through their heads. They didn’t even wake their parents at the crack of dawn to open presents. What was the point? When the clock struck 8:00 AM, their parents finally called for them to come down for breakfast. Slowly walking down the stairs, their eyes lit up when they saw the presents under the tree. “What?” Peanut puzzled. “I thought that we weren’t getting any presents.” Smiling their mother said, “Go ahead and look at the names on the presents,” she encouraged.

 

Tearing into a box that said for Peanut from Mom and Dad, Peanut found Disco Barbie! Screaming, Peanut ripped open the box to set up Disco Barbie on her stand for dancing. Behind her, Teddy was pushing a button on his Police Car causing flashing lights and a siren. And, even Scooter had a box with a Science kit. Finally, the last box said to Lindsey from Scooter, Peanut and Teddy. Inside the box was the most beautiful blue lamb’s wool sweater. “I love it,” she screamed as she ran to her room to try it on. Amongst the noise and wrapping paper, Mom sat quietly smiling. She had finally found a way to surprise them. Score one for Mom!

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