FAWN'S CHRISTMAS MEMORIES
written by Debbie Williamson
“Fawn,” said Spot. “Come on. We are going to help Mr. Sampson decorate his Christmas tree.”
“Oh yes,” said Fawn, excitedly. “I almost forgot.”
Fawn got up from the couch and put his coat and boots on. He was very excited about helping Mr. Sampson.
Mr. Sampson was a lonely, elderly man in his late seventies. He had just moved into the house next door to the Hansen's house, about a month ago. Fawn and Spot had both met Mr. Sampson, one evening, when Mr. Hanson had gone over to welcome Mr. Sampson to the neighbourhood. Fawn and Spot both became really good friends with Mr. Sampson.
“You know,” said Mr. Sampson, one evening to Fawn and Spot. “I lost my wife, Maria, last Christmas. Oh, she was a wonderful woman. She always put on such wonderful holidays. I always looked forward to the holidays with her. Now there won't be any more special times.”
Fawn and Spot saw a tear run down Mr. Sampson's face.
“Look Mr. Sampson,” said Fawn. “Both Spot and I feel the same way.”
“Fawn,” said Spot. “What are you talking about? We have wonderful holidays with the Hansen's.”
“But we don't have Nanny with us anymore,” said Fawn.
“That is true,” said Spot, suddenly turning sad. “Nanny loved holidays, especially Christmas.”
“Yes she did,” said Fawn. “She always made sure everyone had a good Christmas. Mr. Sampson, why don't we help you have a nice Christmas?”
“Fawn,” said Mr. Sampson. “That is a great idea.”
“Yes,” said Spot. “And very kind too.”
“Okay,” said Mr. Sampson. “I guess the first thing we need to do is to put up a Christmas tree.”
“Wonderful,” said Fawn.
And that is how Fawn and Spot became invited to help Mr. Sampson decorate his tree.
Mr. Sampson opened his front door after Spot rang the doorbell.
“Good evening my fine friends,” said Mr. Sampson.
Fawn and Spot could hear Christmas carols playing on an old stereo in the corner of Mr. Sampson's living room.
“That was Nanny's favourite Christmas carol,” said Fawn, when he heard Frosty the Snowman.
“That was my Maria's favourite too,” said Mr. Sampson.
“Your tree is beautiful,” said Spot, just noticing a tall scotch pine in the opposite corner from the stereo.
“Nanny always liked real trees,” said Fawn. “She said they always smelled so nice.”
“Remember the look on Nanny's face when Grampy placed the angel on top of the tree,” said Spot.
“Yes,” said Fawn. “And remember how angry she used to get if Grampy tried putting the angel on the tree first.”
“I remember,” said Fawn. “I also remember Grampy would try to put that angel on first every single year.”
“But not this year,” said Spot. “Grampy put the angel on his tree at the very last.”
“And then,” said Fawn. “He said, 'That is exactly how Nanny would have liked it.'.”
“That sounds just like what happened with Maria and I,” said Mr. Sampson.
Fawn, Spot and Mr. Sampson had a wonderful time putting up Mr. Sampson's Christmas tree.
“Now the angel,” said Mr. Sampson, carefully unwrapping it from the tissue paper it was wrapped in.
“Oh what a beautiful angel!” exclaimed Spot, as Mr. Sampson gently set it on the top branch of the tree.
“For my Maria and your Nanny,” said Mr. Sampson, standing back to admire the tree."