Third Time Lucky?

His sleepy eyes looked across at the horizon, trying to pay attention to the glint of light that suggested movement. Downstairs the faint sound of sleigh bells rang, diminishing with every second.

He quickly jumped out of bed and ran towards the living room. Sure enough, the cookies he had kept had disappeared and there was a neatly wrapped gift under the Christmas tree.

Whoever said third time lucky was wrong. Santa had gone before he even had a chance to see him arrive.

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The photo prompt has been given by Trish Nankivell at the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The word prompt (Horizon) has been given by Denise Farley at the Girlie on the Edge.