Bigfoot’s New Year Wish
Deep in the snowy forest, where the trees stood tall and quiet, Bigfoot sat on his favorite rock and listened.
The night was special.
It was New Year’s Eve.
Bigfoot didn’t own a clock, and he didn’t know much about calendars, but he felt when the year was about to change. The forest always felt different—extra quiet, extra sparkly, like it was holding its breath.
Snowflakes drifted down and landed softly in Bigfoot’s shaggy fur. He brushed one off his nose and smiled.
“Another year,” he murmured.
Bigfoot loved the forest. He knew every creek, every pine tree, and every animal trail. The owls nodded at him when he passed. The deer weren’t afraid. Even the wolves gave him respectful space.
But Bigfoot was curious about humans.
Especially on nights like this.
The Lights Beyond the Trees
Far beyond the forest, Bigfoot could see a glow in the sky. Tiny bursts of color popped and faded—red, blue, gold.
Fireworks.
Bigfoot leaned forward, careful not to snap a branch. He liked fireworks. They reminded him of fireflies, only louder.
In a small cabin near the edge of the woods, a family was getting ready for midnight. Inside, kids wore fuzzy pajamas and held cups of hot cocoa. A clock ticked loudly on the wall.
“Ten minutes until the New Year!” someone shouted.
Bigfoot’s ears twitched.
New Year, he thought. Humans always made wishes then.
Bigfoot wondered…
What do humans wish for?
Bigfoot Makes a Plan
Bigfoot had a tradition of his own.
Every New Year’s Eve, he made a wish—not for himself, but for the forest.
He wished for:
Quiet streams
Safe animals
Kind hikers
And curious kids who believed in wonders
But this year felt different.
This year, Bigfoot wanted to say hello.
Not loudly.
Not clearly.
Just enough to remind someone that magic still existed.
He tiptoed closer to the cabin, stepping carefully so his footprints landed softly in the snow. The wolves watched from a ridge but didn’t follow. They knew this was Bigfoot’s moment.
Bigfoot reached into his pouch—made from leaves and bark—and pulled out a small gift.
It was a smooth pinecone, carefully carved with tiny stars.
He placed it gently on a log near the cabin and stepped back into the trees.
Midnight in the Forest
Inside the cabin, the clock began counting down.
“Ten!”
“Nine!”
“Eight!”
Outside, the forest grew completely still.
No owls.
No wind.
No footsteps.
Bigfoot stood behind a tall pine tree, watching.
“Three!”
“Two!”
“One!”
Fireworks burst across the sky.
BOOM!
CRACKLE!
POP!
Bigfoot smiled as the colors danced above the treetops.
At that exact moment, a young kid pressed their face to the window and gasped.
“Mom… I see something.”
The family looked outside.
They didn’t see Bigfoot.
But they saw footprints.
Big, gentle footprints leading to the log.
And sitting on the log…
a pinecone carved with stars.
A Wish Comes True
The kid ran outside in boots and a coat, staring at the gift with wide eyes.
“Do you think…” they whispered, “it was Bigfoot?”
The grown-ups smiled.
“Well,” one of them said, “the forest does have its secrets.”
From behind the trees, Bigfoot watched, his heart warm.
That was enough.
He turned and walked back into the woods, snow filling his footprints behind him until they slowly disappeared.
The wolves howled softly—just once.
The year had turned.
Bigfoot’s New Year Promise
As Bigfoot returned to his favorite rock, he made one last wish.
“I’ll keep watching,” he said quietly.
“I’ll keep protecting.”
“And I’ll keep believing in humans… just a little.”
Above him, the stars shimmered.
And somewhere, a kid went back inside, smiling, knowing deep down that the world was bigger—and kinder—than it looked.
