Christmas Crawler
by Joshua Depew
2:03 AM -- Dec 24th
Hey fam.
I'm so sorry, but I'm not going to be home for Christmas Eve like I’d hoped. :(
Thought for sure I'd be back in time to hang stockings and decorate the tree but...well.
If wishes could lift planes off the ground in an ice storm I'd be flying back home right now.
But instead all I can do is wish I was with you.
Flight’s cancelled and I'm stuck in a motel overnight. No flights tomorrow either so...
Love you all, miss you!
8:50 AM -- Dec 24th
Hey honey, sorry to hear it. Hope the weather there isn't too bad!
Aw dad! C’mon! You can find a way to get back!
It's okay dad. Don't worry about it.
12:04 PM
Went to the airport just in case. But still no planes are leaving today.
Weather is crazy. Think I'll stay inside the rest of the day.
I bet you're all cozy in Florida. Miss you!
3:28 PM
Yep. No snow here.
Ah well.
6:55 PM
The tree looks beautiful! We decorated it and strung it with lights!
Did you do popcorn?
Not this year.
What about candy canes?
Yep!!!
I love candy canes.
Me too.
8:09 PM
Still stuck. But the airport should open up tomorrow. Maybe I can still get back on Christmas Day!
Yay!
10:16 PM
How about a bedtime story?
Really?
Yeah!
Sure, why not?
This is an important story, actually kids.
I’ve been thinking about you both, especially you Sandra. And I think it's time you heard this story.
Huh?
Here goes.
Every Christmas Eve an old man who lives at the North Pole goes around to every kid’s house and drops off presents, so long as they're good.
Think I've heard this one before, daddy.
But have you heard what happens if you're bad?
You get coal!
Well, yes. That's what we tell you when you're too young to hear the truth...
Hey, honey--what are you doing?
Well, if you're bad--and I mean REALLY bad. Something worse happens. Something far worse than coal.
Where are you going with this, honey?
If you're really, really bad, something else comes down the chimney in the middle of the night.
Something dark and hairy, with many, many legs.
?!?
The crawler will scuttle down your chimney, and, while you are still asleep in your bed, it will gently begin to wrap you in a sticky cocoon.
By the time you wake up and realize what's happening, it will be too late. You're already trapped.
Kids, you have to give me your phones. Okay?? Don't listen to your Daddy.
The first thing the Crawler covers is your mouth. You won't be able to scream for help.
Daddy, what are you saying?
Then it drags you out of your bed, back up the chimney, and away into the night.
And no one ever hears from you again.
That's enough. Kids don't listen to him. It was a silly, stupid story.
Mom, what’s going on?
So that’s why you can’t let yourselves fall asleep the night before Christmas. It’s too dangerous. You need to stay up, and look out.
11:32 PM
Alright. I got their phones and they're in bed.
What the hell was that?
I was sitting here in the hotel bar.
And you all seemed so far away.
And this is the first Christmas since we had the kids that I won’t be home.
I won’t be there with the shotgun watching the chimney.
We haven’t had a problem yet....
And now they’re all freaked out.
They were asking me if there really is a crawler, and I just had to do my best to reassure them they were all safe.
I just wanted to let them have a few more years of innocence--looking forward to Christmas, not being terrified of it!
Okay.
I’m sorry.
But Sandra’s getting older. Who knows what she might be getting up to after school.
She needs to know why it's important to be good.
But little Thomas?
Do you remember George?
He was bad one year. And a crawler got him.
Only seven years old.
They reported him as a missing child.
But I spoke with his dad Fred privately.
Fred stayed up with a gun just like me, but he fell asleep. And the crawler got past him.
I suppose you're right...
They should know what's out there.
Don’t fall asleep honey. Keep the gun in your hand. And keep the lights on.
Living in Florida is rough…
You can say that again...
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