Birthday Story for a Six Year Old

Emma’s Magic Closet
Grandma Baadsgaard
Happy sixth birthday my Emma dear.
I love you so very much.

                On a cold snowy day in February Emma stared out her frosted window wishing it was summer.
          “I don’t have anything to do,” Emma sighed to herself. Her mother was talking on the phone.  Her younger sister was down for a nap.
          The afternoon was looking rather long and gloomy. Emma walked over to her closet and opened the door hoping to find something interesting to do. Then she grabbed the metal pole in her closet where her dresses were hanging and dangled there for a while pretending to be a monkey.
“Eee-Eee-Eee,” Emma screeched scratching her armpit.
While still holding the metal bar, she decided to walk up the back wall of her closet in her bare feet until she was hanging upside down. Everything in her bedroom suddenly looked more interesting this way because the floor became the ceiling and the ceiling became the floor. Emma thought about having a tea party with her dolls on the ceiling. The light-fixture would make a perfect glass table.
          Then all of a sudden Emma flipped over the closet pole and tumbled to the floor. She stood up, dusted herself off and turned around. Even though the scene outside her frosted window was the same, everything in Emma’s room looked shiny and bright. Her stuffed bear Koda and her giant white tiger were marching across the floor toward her toy box like soldiers. Her sheet and bed-spread were pulling themselves up and tucking neatly around the corners of her bed. Her dolls twirled pirouettes in the middle of the room then dived into the toy box. Her favorite picture books flew up onto her bookshelf and lined up in a neat row.
          Emma rubbed her eyes. When she opened her eyes again she saw her dance costume flying through the air and wrapping around a hanger in the closet. The crayons scattered around the floor marched into the canyon box and her dirty socks flew into the hamper in the corner.
          “Wow!” Emma whispered as her used candy wrappers flew into her garbage can and her play make-up rolled into her vanity drawer.
          Just then her mother poked her head around the corner of her bedroom door. She looked as though she was going to say something but instead her mouth dropped open. She looked slowly around the room and smiled.
          “Why Emma,” I was just going to tell you to clean up your room and look at this. You’ve already done it. How in the world did you do this so fast?”
          “I don’t know,” Emma answered. “It just happened Mom.”
          “Magic?” her mother asked.
          Emma threw up her hands, thought for a while, scratched her head and scrunched her nose.
“I guess so.
“I could use a little magic in the kitchen,” Emma’s mother lamented.
“Just pretend you’re a monkey, grab the pole in your closet, walk up the back wall with your bare feet and flip over on your head,” Emma said.
Emma raised one arm and scratched her armpit.
“Eee-Eee-Eee,” Emma screeched.
“You little monkey,” her mother answered.
Emma’s mother raised her arm and scratched her armpit too.
“Eee-Eee-Eee,” Emma’s mother screeched.
Then the two little monkeys marched into the kitchen on the look-out for a little more magic.Pin It

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