Have Yourself a Sneaky Little Christmas....by Clarissa Johal
Money was always tight growing up. Consequently, the
holidays were more about spending time together. While I certainly had a list
of things in my head that I wanted,
it stayed in my head because I knew we couldn’t afford it. My parents would always
manage one gift, however. And my curiosity being what it was, I could never
stand to wait until Christmas morning to open it.
I was a latchkey kid. As December rolled around, and while
my parents were at work, I would sneak into their room and search for my one
gift. It was usually under the bed, shoved under a blanket or behind another object
that would fail to hide the brightly-colored wrapping paper. I became an expert
at lifting the tape, taking a peek at the box underneath, and taping it back up
again. No one was the wiser. And it wasn’t a horrible thing to do, I reasoned. It was my gift, after all.
One year, I wanted a rock tumbler so badly, it was all I
could think about. My favorite thing to do was to collect rocks and spend
countless hours categorizing them on my bed. I knew my parents couldn’t afford
a rock tumbler, so my hopes weren’t raised.
As Christmas got closer, I waited for a chance to sneak into
my parents room for a standard peek at my gift. That year, I found it hidden in
their closet. Sneaky, I thought, but no match for my superior hunting skills.
I opened up the end of the box and…it was a Lite-Brite. I wanted a Lite-Brite,
but admittedly, I was disappointed. I had a small ray of hope that a rock tumbler
would magically make it’s was into my clutches, but knew that was that.
I spent the next week dropping hints about how much I wanted
a Lite-Brite set (silly rock tumbler, who would want that anyways?). I wanted
my parents to feel good about what they had chosen because I knew that money
was tight.
Christmas morning came. My mom was one of those moms that
felt compelled to record every second of my life in a photograph, so I prepared
to put on my Lite-Brite happy face. I even practiced it in the bathroom mirror.
What I wasn’t expecting, was that inside the Lite-Brite box…was a rock tumbler!
Turns out, I wasn’t as sneaky as I thought. My mom had gotten wise to my wicked
ways and “borrowed” a box from a friend to hide my rock tumbler in. The
photograph she snapped that year was one of me truly surprised and ecstatic
over my gift.
I kept that rock tumbler until a few years ago, when it was
replaced by a newer model I bought my own daughter. A gift that she wanted for
Christmas. Wrapped in the box it came in.
My hiding places are much better than my mothers.
BETWEEN
by Clarissa Johal
How far would you go
to redeem yourself?
As a young girl, Lucinda was able to see spirits, a gift
that didn't come without its problems. Now, a dedicated young veterinarian, she
is committed to the idea that every life can be saved.
After a devastating accident, Lucinda tries to escape her
past by moving to a small town. There, she meets a newcomer and feels an
immediate connection with him. But there is another mysterious stranger to the
small town, one that stirs within her a mixture of unease and desire.
As Lucinda is drawn into a bitter tug-a-war from the forces
around her, she is likewise pulled into a dangerous twist of past and present
events. Forced to make difficult choices, she finds that the two men are locked
in not only a battle for her life...but a battle for their salvation.
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Clarissa Johal has worked as a veterinary assistant,
zoo-keeper aide and vegetarian chef. Writing has always been her passion. When
she’s not listening to the ghosts in her head, she’s dancing or taking
photographs of gargoyles.
Clarissa shares her life with her husband, two daughters and
every stray animal that darkens the doorstep. One day, she expects that a
wayward troll will wander into her yard, but that hasn’t happened yet.
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ReplyDeleteOGM, that was hilarious, Clarissa! Your mom's a freaking genius! My girls used to blame the cat for 'unwrapping' the gifts under the tree. Couldn't figure out how the cat knew how to use tape, though. Wink. Wishing your GREAT SUCCESS with your publishing career! Cheers!
ReplyDeleteLove this story! You are sneaky but no match for your mom. Love it!
ReplyDeleteWonderful story, Clarissa. So glad you got your rock tumbler! I always wanted one too, but never did get one. Thanks for your memory! *off to the store to buy me a rock tumbler*
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sharon! Never thought of blaming it on the cat... Sara--my mom "out-sneaked" me that year, for sure. Rita, they take forever, but are totally worth it. Then, your pretty rocks can sit around and collect dust. haha
ReplyDeleteOh, you were a sneaky little thing weren't you, Clarissa. LOL, on tracking the gifts, but love that your mum did get you back. Glad you got the rock tumbler you wanted to. Amazing what that one gift can do. And what a gift - to have many years down the track.
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