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Noel’s Christmas – Tuesday, December 21st
Noel stood in the kitchen, pinching at the very center of the back of her diaper as she tried to get the wedgie out. She didn’t want to make her hands dirty. Her Daddy had given her a bath and even washed her hair. She was dressed for bed, feeling super-duper clean and wanting to stay that way. And besides, what she was presently doing required cleanliness. She was making two mugs of hot cocoa.
But it wasn’t just any old hot cocoa. It was a special mixture she had wanted to try since she found the recipe online a few days ago. It was called: Spiked Hazelnut Cocoa. And if it tasted as good as the ingredients made it sound, well … this was going to be one wonderful night!
Frangelico, chocolate liquer, milk, Nutella and a cinnamon stick – topped with toasted marshmallows, straws being used to drink it. Placing both mugs on a Christmas tray she was given when she was very young, she picked up the tray.
“Here I come, Daddy,” she said with a small voice, turning and crinkling her waddle over to the entryway to the living room.
And there he was, sitting on the living room rug, waiting for her … her beloved Daddy, Nick.
Her heart began to pound in her chest when she saw him, that rush of affection filling her senses and making her smile sweetly. This was a special night. Dressed in a red Santa hat, a red button-down long flannel night shirt with Rudolph on it, red knee-high socks with Rudolph on them and her diaper of course, she crinkled into the living room – then stopping dead in her track. Holding the tray of hot cocoa carefully as to not drop it, the beautiful holiday sight in front of her made her well with tears.
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