The Red Watch

Northern Pen - - Editorial - BY MAG­GIE POWER

It was Novem­ber 1979. The chil­dren in Conche would be get­ting ex­cited for the first fall of snow and the com­ing of an­other Christ­mas sea­son.

In Conche the chil­dren played and ran freely all year long. They made fun things to do what­ever the sea­son was. In sum­mer chil­dren played for hours along the beaches with home­made wooden boats and skip­ping rocks on the ocean. In the win­ter dads would make wooden sleighs and kids would spend many evenings till dark en­joy­ing fresh fallen snow on the hills while slid­ing.

Laura, a lit­tle nine-year-old, was one of many chil­dren who en­joyed her evenings after school. She would of­ten go to her Nan’s Gen­eral Store. Her Nan loved for her grand­chil­dren to stop in and get a lit­tle snack after a long day of school. Some days they got to pick out candy from the candy sec­tion.

It was the time of the year when the shop got filled with won­der­ful Christ­mas presents and lots of dec­o­ra­tions.

Chil­dren talked about their hopes and dreams of what they would like to get from Santa Claus. One day Laura seen a beau­ti­ful red watch at her Nan’s shop. She loved it; it was so beau­ti­ful Laura thought to her­self, “I wish Santa would give this to me”. She thought maybe if she prayed hard enough God would let Santa Claus know what she had wished for.

Laura prayed ev­ery night for the watch be­fore she fell off to sleep and ev­ery morn­ing in church be­fore she went to school. Laura could think of noth­ing else only the red watch. She had told her mom about this beau­ti­ful watch she had seen at her Grand­mother’s store, she dearly loved it.

She tried to keep it a se­cret in fear that one of her friends would buy the watch.

About a week be­fore Christ­mas on her way home from school she dropped into her grandma’s store and the watch was gone. She had thought, “Oh my good­ness, where’s the watch? Who had bought it?” That night Laura was very sad and fell asleep think­ing, “Did Santa ac­tu­ally mag­i­cally come to my Nan’s store and get me the watch? I won­der if one of my friends had wanted it.”

All week long she had been think­ing about what hap­pened to the watch and who had bought it? Laura was so sad to see it gone she re­ally didn’t know what to think.

Fi­nally it was Christ­mas Eve. Laura went to church with her fam­ily. After church she came home and hur­ried to bed as she couldn’t wait for Santa to come. On Christ­mas morn­ing when she woke she opened all her Christ­mas presents.

She didn’t have the red watch — she was dev­as­tated, but then she seen one more present with her name on it. It was from her Grand­mother. She opened it up. It had a pair of pants, a blouse and at the very bot­tom there was the red watch from her Grand­mother’s gen­eral store. She was so happy, she looked up in the sky and said thank you God for hear­ing my prayer.

This is the story of the red watch that was told to me by my Mom — I hope you en­joy it.

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