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Daniel and the Last Jingle
Christmas Eve smelled like gingerbread, and snow brushed the window. Daniel had a plan. Tonight, he would stay awake until Christmas magic happened.
—All night. Even the sleepy part.
He built a blanket fort beside the tree, leaving a doorway just wide enough for crawling.
Inside, Daniel arranged his cocoa, a pillow, and his best flashlight. He tested the beam against the ceiling, then switched it off. The tree lights were enough.
—Ready for anything.
He left a gingerbread cookie outside the fort. Watching for magic was hungry work.
For a while, nothing happened except the soft tick of the clock. Then a distant jingle slipped through the quiet.
Daniel sat up so quickly that his pillow flopped over.
—I heard that!
He listened again. Only the clock answered. His cocoa had stopped steaming.
Later, a golden glow appeared beneath the closed hallway door. Daniel crawled out to investigate, carrying his flashlight.
—Just a little look.
But he paused for a yawn. When he looked again, the glow was gone. Daniel returned to his fort and pulled the blanket closer.
Then came one mysterious CREAK from the roof. Daniel held still, listening hard. Snow whispered against the glass.
—I'm still awake, he murmured, though his eyes kept closing.
Another faraway jingle drifted past. Daniel began counting jingles instead of sheep. Somewhere after three, he fell asleep.
Morning found Daniel tucked into his own bed. He sat up, puzzled, then hurried to the tree. Presents waited underneath it. Beside the fort lay a half-eaten cookie.
—I missed it!
Then something tiny caught the light on the carpet: a little silver bell.
Daniel picked it up carefully. Nobody could explain how the bell had arrived. He gave it one gentle shake. The jingle sounded wonderfully familiar.
—Maybe I didn't miss everything.
He tucked the bell beside his pillow. Some magic, Daniel decided, was best caught with your eyes closed.
