by some miracle his wish would come true. But even he was old enough to know it wouldn't. Then he lowered his head. The cold wind picked up some loose newspapers and swirled them around him in a circle. He was just about to walk away when he thought he noticed something. The church bells sounded different. Closer, but smaller.
Kevin slowly turned around. Standing fifty feet from him was a woman who looked an awful lot like his mother. And she was ringing a bell. It looked like she was smiling at him. Kevin rubbed his eyes and looked again. It couldn't be, could it?
"Mom?" he gasped in a hoarse whisper.
Kate put the silver bell back in her pocket and stepped toward her son. She felt tears start to roll down her cheeks. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart."
As Kevin ran toward his mother, he thought of the wish he'd just made and looked back at the tree in amazement. Wow! he thought. That worked fast!
A moment later Kate kneeled down and hugged him tightly.
"How'd you know I was here?" Kevin asked.
"I know you and Christmas trees," Kate said as she rubbed a tear out of her eye.
"I guess this is the biggest one around, huh?" Kevin said.
Kate smiled. "Let's go tell Dad you're all right."
"Where's everyone else?" Kevin asked.
"At the hotel," Kate said, sliding her arm around his shoulders.
"They're in New York?" Kevin gasped, wide-eyed.
Kate smiled. "They didn't like the palm trees either."
Christmas Morning
Duncan's Toy Chest
1 A.M.
E. F. Duncan stood on the sidewalk wearing a suit and a gray cashmere topcoat. His wife stood beside him, clutching his arm, dressed in an emerald green gown covered by a brown mink coat. They'd been called away from a Christmas party by the police, and now watched quietly as two glaziers replaced the broken window of the store.
Inside, a team of evidence specialists combed through the broken glass and mangled cash registers looking for clues to the crime. The Duncans knew that a great deal of cash had been stolen, money that was supposed to go to the Children's Hospital.
Suddenly a police car pulled up in front of the store and a cop jumped out.
"It's all over, Mr. Duncan," he said.
Duncan frowned. "What do you mean?"
"We apprehended the thieves and recovered your money."
Mr. Duncan's jaw dropped and his wife squeezed his arm with delight.
"Thank you," he said, happily shaking the officer's hand. "Thank you very much!"
The cop went back to his car. Mr. Duncan and his wife were about to go home when one of the evidence specialists approached him carrying a brick and an envelope. "Excuse me, are you Mr. Duncan?"
"Yes?" Duncan turned, surprised.
The specialist pulled the envelope from the brick and handed it to him. "We found this inside. Looks like a kid broke your window."
Duncan looked down at the envelope and frowned. It was addressed to him in a child's handwriting. He tore it open and found a letter written on a sheet of Plaza Hotel stationery:
Dear Mr. Duncan,
I broke your window to catch the bad guys. I'm sorry. Do you have insurance? If you don't, I'll send you some money when it snows some more (if I ever get back to Chicago).
Merry Christmas,
Kevin McCallister
Mrs. Duncan tugged on her husband's coat sleeve. "What is it, dear?"
E. F. Duncan smiled and said, "Turtledoves."
Christmas Morning
The Plaza Hotel
7 A.M.
The sky was gray at dawn. Up in the McCallister's suite, Kevin slept in a double bed with Fuller and Brooke. The other McCallisters were spread out on the floor and in the living room. Suddenly Fuller opened his eyes and sat up.
"Holy smokes!" he gasped excitedly. "It's Christmas morning!"
Next to him, Kevin rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Don't get your hopes up."
Fuller looked puzzled. "Why not?"
"I'm not sure Santa Claus goes to hotels," Kevin said, a little sadly.
"Are you nuts?" Fuller replied. "He's omnipresent. He goes everywhere."
Fuller jumped out of bed and started yelling, "Wake up, everyone! It's Christmas!"
All around the suite Kevin
Kevin slowly turned around. Standing fifty feet from him was a woman who looked an awful lot like his mother. And she was ringing a bell. It looked like she was smiling at him. Kevin rubbed his eyes and looked again. It couldn't be, could it?
"Mom?" he gasped in a hoarse whisper.
Kate put the silver bell back in her pocket and stepped toward her son. She felt tears start to roll down her cheeks. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart."
As Kevin ran toward his mother, he thought of the wish he'd just made and looked back at the tree in amazement. Wow! he thought. That worked fast!
A moment later Kate kneeled down and hugged him tightly.
"How'd you know I was here?" Kevin asked.
"I know you and Christmas trees," Kate said as she rubbed a tear out of her eye.
"I guess this is the biggest one around, huh?" Kevin said.
Kate smiled. "Let's go tell Dad you're all right."
"Where's everyone else?" Kevin asked.
"At the hotel," Kate said, sliding her arm around his shoulders.
"They're in New York?" Kevin gasped, wide-eyed.
Kate smiled. "They didn't like the palm trees either."
Christmas Morning
Duncan's Toy Chest
1 A.M.
E. F. Duncan stood on the sidewalk wearing a suit and a gray cashmere topcoat. His wife stood beside him, clutching his arm, dressed in an emerald green gown covered by a brown mink coat. They'd been called away from a Christmas party by the police, and now watched quietly as two glaziers replaced the broken window of the store.
Inside, a team of evidence specialists combed through the broken glass and mangled cash registers looking for clues to the crime. The Duncans knew that a great deal of cash had been stolen, money that was supposed to go to the Children's Hospital.
Suddenly a police car pulled up in front of the store and a cop jumped out.
"It's all over, Mr. Duncan," he said.
Duncan frowned. "What do you mean?"
"We apprehended the thieves and recovered your money."
Mr. Duncan's jaw dropped and his wife squeezed his arm with delight.
"Thank you," he said, happily shaking the officer's hand. "Thank you very much!"
The cop went back to his car. Mr. Duncan and his wife were about to go home when one of the evidence specialists approached him carrying a brick and an envelope. "Excuse me, are you Mr. Duncan?"
"Yes?" Duncan turned, surprised.
The specialist pulled the envelope from the brick and handed it to him. "We found this inside. Looks like a kid broke your window."
Duncan looked down at the envelope and frowned. It was addressed to him in a child's handwriting. He tore it open and found a letter written on a sheet of Plaza Hotel stationery:
Dear Mr. Duncan,
I broke your window to catch the bad guys. I'm sorry. Do you have insurance? If you don't, I'll send you some money when it snows some more (if I ever get back to Chicago).
Merry Christmas,
Kevin McCallister
Mrs. Duncan tugged on her husband's coat sleeve. "What is it, dear?"
E. F. Duncan smiled and said, "Turtledoves."
Christmas Morning
The Plaza Hotel
7 A.M.
The sky was gray at dawn. Up in the McCallister's suite, Kevin slept in a double bed with Fuller and Brooke. The other McCallisters were spread out on the floor and in the living room. Suddenly Fuller opened his eyes and sat up.
"Holy smokes!" he gasped excitedly. "It's Christmas morning!"
Next to him, Kevin rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Don't get your hopes up."
Fuller looked puzzled. "Why not?"
"I'm not sure Santa Claus goes to hotels," Kevin said, a little sadly.
"Are you nuts?" Fuller replied. "He's omnipresent. He goes everywhere."
Fuller jumped out of bed and started yelling, "Wake up, everyone! It's Christmas!"
All around the suite Kevin
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