When Christmas comes calling...

This is a short story I wrote as an entry in a contest by @stach

Enjoy...

It was five days to Christmas. We were done putting up decorations. Cindy and I had set up the Christmas tree, placed the balls and ornaments on it. Uncle Paul had inspected the re-painting of the walls of the house. There were decorations on the fence.
Daddy is at work and Tara, my little sister is busy tying up balloons to complete the decorations.
The dry harmattan breeze blew in my face as I walked back to the house on my way back from a leisure stroll with Noella, it was a little past 8am, ideally too cold to go for a stroll. I licked my lips, dry and torn, allowing my saliva to moisten them. We dragged on towards home, our feet coated with the harmattan dust.

Eventually, we were a few steps from home and right outside our gate I saw a sight that filled my gloomy morning with a lot of joy, a long silver vintage Mercecedes Benz vehicle. Pa Joe and Nana had arrived for Christmas! My awesome grandparents were in town and that, definitely, was a sign of happy times all through the yuletide season. Christmas came calling and brought along august visitors.