Snow fell soft, soft, soft. The sky was quiet and pale.
Little Mia was one year old. She wore warm socks and a red hat. She sat by the window with Mama. The room smelled sweet, like cookies.
“Look,” said Mama. “Christmas snow.”
Mia pressed her hand to the glass. “Ooh,” she said.
In the corner stood a green tree. It had shiny lights. Blink, blink. It had round balls. Red. Gold. Blue. It had a small star on top.
Papa came in with a box. “Toc-toc,” he said, and he smiled.
Mia clapped. “Hop!”
Mama opened the box. Inside were tiny bells. “Jingle-jing!” said Mama, and she shook one bell.
Mia reached for a bell. Mama held her hand and helped. “Jingle-jing,” said Mia, very soft.
They hung the bells on the tree. The tree looked happy.
A little train sat under the tree. Papa wound it up. “Choo-choo!” said Papa.
The train went round and round. Mia crawled close. “Choo-choo,” she said, and she giggled.
Then Mia saw a cookie on a plate. It was shaped like a star. She pointed. “Mmm!”
“Soon,” said Mama. “First we put one gift.”
A small gift was under the tree. It had bright paper. It had a bow. Mia touched the bow. “Tap-tap,” she said.
The lights blinked again. Blink, blink. The bells went “jingle-jing.” The snow outside went soft, soft, soft.
Mama picked Mia up. Papa wrapped a warm blanket around them. They sat close, close, close.
“Happy Christmas,” said Mama.
“Happy Christmas,” said Papa.
Mia looked at the tree and said, “Yay.”
Kind hands and sharing make Christmas warm and bright.
