A Christmas Story for India: India’s Christmas Dancing Shoes

My brother, Danny, is an exceptionally gifted writer. If it wasn't for his equal gift in chemistry, I am sure that he would have been a very successful writer. This is a beautiful story which now needs need to be illustrated. If anyone knows or wants to illustrate this let me know.....anyway without further ado, here is the story:

India’s Christmas Dancing Shoes

There once was a little girl called India. She was about 3 years old and was the walking double of “Cindy Lou Who”. She lived with her mom and dad in Victoria in a Grande old home.

India’s room looked onto a park filled with swings, teeter-totters, and slides. She spent most of her waking hours there and ran home when her mom or dad called her home for supper.

One night, just before Christmas, India had gone to bed. She awoke to wind howling out her window and she knew a big storm was blowing in. She fell asleep to dreams of princesses and fairies. She saw her self dancing very elegantly in a ballroom full of Christmas lights. When she awoke early the next morning, she knew something magically had happened. But it wasn’t the two feet of snow that had fallen outside her window that caught her attention; it was a little tiny door that appeared below the window. It looked very old and that it had been there forever, but really really, she was seeing it for the first time.

She scooted out of her bed and ran up to the door. She didn’t hesitate; she was so excited she pulled the door. “CREAK” It made a large noise, so loud that she thought that she might wake her parents. Inside the door, once the dust settled, India could clearly see an old shoebox with a bow and letter on it. She blew the dust off and saw the markings on the box “MACY’s Department Store, Children’s Shoes, New York City, 1906. India opened the note, and read “Dear Friend, these are magic shoes and will become magic when you put them on. R. Pelletier”

India was very excited and a bit nervous, decided she would call her smart older cousin Celine. Celine knew everything, being the grand age of 10. India knew with certainty that Celine would be the first Foucher up on Laval Crescent. She got on the computer and dialed her cousin using Ichat. Instantly she saw the beautiful princess face of her older cousin. Excitedly, she said, “Celine, I have something magical to tell you”. She told her all about the shoes she found. Celine listened, and decided to call her older cousin Kendra. Kendra, being the oldest said, “Clearly India you were meant to find these shoes, put them on to see if they fit.” After saying thank you and wishing her cousins a Merry Christmas, she turned off the computer. India removed the lid of the box and carefully took out one shoe out at a time from the white wrapping paper. She slipped on one shoe and then another.

It’s hard to say what happened next. India found herself in her living room, her PJ’s transformed into an elegant ballroom gown fit for a princess, just like in her dream. The whole room glistened in the glow of Christmas past, as a roaring fire appeared in the fireplace long since unused in her house. India began to move across the dance floor, her magic black dancing shoes gliding her effortlessly across the room. She twirled and spun, and tapped with her magic shoes for what seemed like hours.

India noticed a girl her age smiling at her from behind the Christmas tree. She danced over to the tree and India said “Hello there little girl”. Hi there the little girl said in response. “My name is Rachel and I used to live in this house and your bedroom used to be mine”. “Those are my dancing shoes you are using”. India replied, “These are yours??” Rachel said yes, but that she had left them so that another little girl like herself would find them. “You are the first one to find them in one hundred years”. Rachel and India sat talking like old friends and had tea and cookies by the warm fire.

India said she was thrilled to borrow her magic shoes; they made her feel like a princess. Rachel said she had to go now, and said, “India, you should probably go back to bed, it’s still pretty early”. India hugged and kissed her new best friend. “Rachel, before I go, what’s your last name? Pelletier she said. India slipped off her magic Christmas shoes and crawled back into bed and slept for two more hours.

“India, wake up “ she heard her mother say. “We’ll be late for the Christmas Dance show at the senior’s home. “Hurry up sweat pea”. India groggily came downstairs, had her breakfast, packed her best dance outfit and put her magic Christmas shoes in the box and brought it with her.

Her dad had started the car and shoveled the snow from the driveway. It was cold for Victoria. India was all bundled up in her winter clothes as they made their way slowly through the snow filled streets to the senior’s home. India’s dance class had been practicing for weeks on their Christmas recital. When they got to the home, her teacher called Trish on the phone and said she was stuck in her driveway and would not be able to make it. Luckily, Trish had also brought the sheet music and could play almost anything on the piano.

Michael, Trish, and India walked into the senior’s recreation room. All of the seniors had come, anticipating a big show. Rather than the 5 girls who were supposed to dance, it was only one girl, India who was there. She told her mom, “Don’t worry mom, it will be great”. She went off to get changed with her dad. She took off her boots and put on her magic Christmas shoes. Her dad asked, “Where did you get those?” But before she could answer she was magically swept on to the floor. She danced beautifully and magically to the music for nearly an hour. All of the seniors beamed with great surprise and happiness as India’s dancing reminded them of when they were little girls and boys. After her amazing solo dance performance, India shook the hands of the people at the home. She noticed an older woman in a wheel chair who had come to life when India danced.

India went over to her and said, “Hi what’s your name”. “Rachel” the woman said, Rachel Pelletier, and I had shoes just like that when I was a little girl”. India’s eyes and Rachel’s eyes touched each other. They knew that they had seen each other before. India took off her shoes and carefully put them in the original box. She put them on Rachel’s lap and said “Thank you for letting me borrow your magic shoes Ms. Pelletier” Your most welcome India”. India gave her new friend a big hug and a kiss. A tear ran from Rachel’s eyes as they said good.

Beautiful.

Here is our Merry Christmas Greeting

I try to do one of these a year at Christmas time. I think this one turned out well.

Merry Christmas from India

From Trish, Michael and India, we wish everyone a merry Christmas!!



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India's 3rd Birthday Party - Part II

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India's 3rd Birthday Party

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I will post back with even more photos as my buddy Pucky was snapping away with his new 10 megapixel digi.

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