What Eshan Heard On Christmas Eve

What Eshan Heard On Christmas Eve

- Marilyn Kratz

‘‘How much further, Mum?” Eshan asked.

“We’re just about there,” said Mum. “I can almost smell your grandma’s chicken soup.”

“Is it OK if I go and see Grandpa’s animals first thing?” Eshan asked.

“I know what you’re thinking,” said his sister, Bhavya, with a grin.

“Well, it is Christmas Eve,” said Eshan.

“And here’s the farm,” Dad announced.

Snow crunched under the tires as the car stopped in the farmyard. The door of the house flew open, spilling a square of yellow light on the snow.

“Merry Christmas, Grandma!” Eshan shouted. “Where’s Grandpa?”

Grandma laughed. “Wouldn’t I know that’s the first question you would ask,” she said. “He’s out by the barn. Go and tell him to hurry with the chores.”

Eshan ran to the barn. “Merry Christmas, Grandpa!” he shouted.

“Here comes trouble,” said Grandpa, laughing. “Did you bring me a present?”