It's the night before Christmas and Eve's parents aren't entirely sure they've made the right decisions with regards to presents for their daughter. They repeatedly asked her to write Santa a letter, detailing what she wanted, but she said there was no need because he knew. Apparently, when you're magic like he is, letters are a waste of time. He reaches out to children in their dreams, according to Eve, and learns all they truly want. That might have been easy for the parents to do too; watch their child and see what she is paying attention to but Eve is closed off to pretty much everyone, including them. She spends most of her time in her bedroom, or just looking out of the window. She doesn't have a favourite cartoon, she shows no care for the latest toys. They don't feel like they really know her and - in the morning - the last thing they want to do is disappoint her by presenting the wrong gifts. As the clock struck midnight, they knew they only had a few more hours before she'd wake and their day would begin. Neither of them could sleep. Neither of them wanted to ruin the magic of Christmas by having Santa "guess wrong"... This is a short story, for your enjoyment on Christmas Eve
Author
Biography MATT SHAW was born, quite by accident (his mother tripped, he shot out) September 30th 1980 in Winchester hospital where he was immediately placed on the baby ward and EBay. Some twelve years later (wandering the corridors of the hospital and playing with road kill when he was on day release), the listing closed and he remained unsold, he was booted out of the hospital to start his life as a writer and hobbit – beginning with writing screenplays and short stories for his own amusement before finally getting published when he was twenty-seven years and forty-five seconds old. Once Published weekly in a lad's magazine with his photography work, Matt Shaw is also a published author and cartoonist. Has to be said, can be a bit of a flirt and definitely, without a shadow of a doubt, somewhat of a klutz. Favourite books "Roald Dahl's Collection of Short Stories" Tim Burton's Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy Anything, really, written by himself. Because he is that good.
