✨ The last child is always the most impatient... ✨ “He’s late,” Clover sighed, hugging her stuffed lamb a little tighter. Her mother tried to reassure her while setting plates of cookies on the table, already heavy with Christmas treats. Her grandmother laughed softly — nothing could delay Santa, not with Rudolph guiding the sleigh. But Clover worried anyway. What if something had happened on the way? What if this year was different? Outside, the forest stood still. Snow-covered trees glowed softly, lanterns guiding the path through the woods. Mishka rested his head on Clover’s knees, Masha watched the window like a guardian. Clover dreamed out loud of sleigh dogs, of helping her grandfather one day... of Christmas that never ends. Then — bells. Clear, joyful, unmistakable bells. “He’s here!” The sleigh appeared between the trees, zigzagging past decorated firs, faster and brighter than ever. Clover ran for her cape, shouting for hot chocolate, laughter spilling into the night as she rushed outside with her dogs. Inside, her grandmother smiled quietly. Being Santa’s granddaughter isn’t easy... Especially when you’re the very last child to receive a gift 🎄✨ This collage was inspired by that moment — the waiting, the magic, the warmth of family, and the soft chaos of Christmas Eve just before the miracle arrives 🤍 List of supplies in the comment section below 👇 #christmasstorytelling #cozychristmas #collageart #christmasmagic #storybookaesthetic #creativejournaling #holidayart #slowart #wintervibes #journalingcommunity #festiveseason