Joy of the Season Part 3


Sophia Zafra, Writer

“Oh. Sarah. I didn’t recognize you for a moment,” my mom stepped back. “You’re awake early. Olivia just woke up. But she usually does sleep in late.” 


“Hi, Mrs. Adair! I wanted to get up bright and early to get ready for the parade! I haven’t even had breakfast yet!” Sarah responded, laughing. 


“Now now. You need to have a nice, hearty breakfast before the parade. Let me get you some pancakes ready, dear,” my mom said, turning on the stove. 


After hearing that, I quickly got out of bed and got dressed in my warmest clothes. Today’s weather was supposed to be under zero degrees. I ran down the stairs to greet Sarah. When I came downstairs, she nodded but said nothing. I could see why, her mouth was stuffed with pancakes, which was no surprise, cause they were my mom’s specialty. I waved to her and got myself a plate piled high with pancakes. While I started eating, I was deep in thought about what else we had to do to get ready for the parade, and remembered, I need to get dressed up in a costume too, not just regular clothes like I was in. I ate the scrumptious pancakes even quicker than Sarah, who was already dressed up in a festive outfit that was supposed to make her look like an elf. I could be an elf, too! We could both be Santa’s helpers! I thought, right as I was finishing my pancakes and ran back upstairs. Sarah was eating her third pancake, chewing it slowly to savor the flavor. 


Once I got to my room, I pulled open my closet. Scanning the clothes, I was looking for something green and red. I finally guessed to open the sock drawer in my dresser and found a pair of tall socks that went up to my knees, and had red and green stripes. Perfect for the holidays! I thought. Next, I found a green long-sleeved shirt and some red and white pants. I put it all on and glanced in the mirror. Something was missing. A headband. I looked in one of my containers that had a red headband. I put it on, but it was slightly crooked. When I fixed it, it looked perfect! I ran into the hall, and down the stairs, into the living room. My dad and brother were also heading down the stairs. But then, I remembered something. My dad needs a Santa costume! Oh my gosh, we forgot! What are we going to do? I panicked and scampered to the kitchen table where Sarah was finishing her last bite. 


“Sarah! We forgot about my dad’s Santa costume! What are we going to do?” I said, surprised I was about to burst into tears. 


“I know what we should do! Maybe we can find some stuff that will make it look like your dad is Santa. Let’s look around for materials! Come on, we’ll be late for the parade!” Sarah jumped up, ready to run. She was always prepared for anything. 


We sprang up in two different directions, I went right and she went left. I ran to a closet and carefully shoved it open. I looked around and saw a red Christmas hat! That’s good! We could use it! I thought, as I  turned around and saw Sarah standing right behind me. She was holding a bag filled with a red coat and black boots that would fit my dad. I put the hat that I found in there and smiled. But then Sarah and I both turned around at the same time. We heard something or someone.


It was my mom hollering, “Girls, get in the car, we need to hustle!”


My dad ran into the living room, looking at the clock and back at us. We handed him the bag filled with everything that we found that looked like something that Santa would wear, and he ran upstairs to put it on. Sarah and I ran to the car and slid inside. My mom was already playing holiday music and tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. Then, my brother and dad opened the car door and got inside. We closed the garage and started driving to Centennial Avenue. The parade was already starting. We drove our car into the line that was already formed, and we were right behind a white SUV that was decorated like a polar bear. Inside the car at the very front of the parade were the organizers of the parade, and they were holding a checkered flag. In a few minutes, they started rapidly waving it, to get everyone’s attention. That was the signal. The signal we were waiting for.


 The cars all started slowly moving. Honking their horns and throwing candy to the children lined up on the sidewalks. My dad had a red bag filled with M&M’s and Hershey’s. Sarah and I threw them to all the kids, who squealed with delight. We repeated this for half an hour, pleasing all the children. On the last street, all the cars squeaked to a stop. We all congratulated each other, happy with what we accomplished, given the obstacles we faced.