I froze when I heard the persistent plastic trill and waited for someone to answer
But no one did
Should I wake my parents or go downstairs and answer it?
You decide . .
I stood frozen in the near dark.
There was another sound.
“It’s not like him to sleep late on Christmas morning!”
“No, I can’t seem to wake him.”
“Maybe he’s sickening for something?”
“Come on, Michael! Wake up! It’s Christmas Day! All your presents are waiting for you under the tree!”
I jolted awake.
And screamed . . .
Except for last year . .
“Black magic, my ear!” she sneered, before proudly explaining the trick . .