Christmas Eve
14 June 2012
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The city was coated in a
blanket of white, and the stars watched over on that most special night. Slow
streams of traffic trickled out of the city centre in all directions, as people
desperately tried to get home. Others hurried through the streets, sliding on
the grimy sheets of ice, as their breath misted in front of their faces,
obscuring their vision. The city lights were even brighter than usual, as the
halogen glow of street lamps were joined by snowflakes, Santas, trees and reindeer
depicted in every colour of flashing bulb. Amongst the honking of car horns and
the shouts of children in the street, carollers could be heard, as they tried
to spread a bit of cheer, despite the bitingly cold air. Somewhere in the
dreary inner city, surrounded by many near-identical others, was a tall block
of tenements. Simple, plain, grey with snowy white trimmings and lights burning
brightly in the windows – nothing distinguished this block from the others, but
it was here that a group of quite different inhabitants spent their Christmas
Eve…
blanket of white, and the stars watched over on that most special night. Slow
streams of traffic trickled out of the city centre in all directions, as people
desperately tried to get home. Others hurried through the streets, sliding on
the grimy sheets of ice, as their breath misted in front of their faces,
obscuring their vision. The city lights were even brighter than usual, as the
halogen glow of street lamps were joined by snowflakes, Santas, trees and reindeer
depicted in every colour of flashing bulb. Amongst the honking of car horns and
the shouts of children in the street, carollers could be heard, as they tried
to spread a bit of cheer, despite the bitingly cold air. Somewhere in the
dreary inner city, surrounded by many near-identical others, was a tall block
of tenements. Simple, plain, grey with snowy white trimmings and lights burning
brightly in the windows – nothing distinguished this block from the others, but
it was here that a group of quite different inhabitants spent their Christmas
Eve…
On the ground floor, the
first home was lavishly decorated. Tinsel adorned the pictures on the walls and
various Christmas ornaments were arranged around the living room. In the corner
was a small but cheery Christmas tree, with mismatched decorations and topped
with a pretty angel statue. Hanging from the mantelpiece, above a crackling
fire, was a small stocking. The owner of this stocking, a small boy of about
five, came hurrying into the room from the kitchen, dressed in his pyjamas and
carrying a glass of milk, which he carefully placed next to a plate of mince
pies on the table by the fireplace. Glancing over his shoulder to check his
parents were still in the kitchen, he then tiptoed over to the pile of shiny,
carefully wrapped presents under the tree. He picked up a present with his name
on it and began feeling it all over, poking and prodding in an attempt to guess
what was inside it.
first home was lavishly decorated. Tinsel adorned the pictures on the walls and
various Christmas ornaments were arranged around the living room. In the corner
was a small but cheery Christmas tree, with mismatched decorations and topped
with a pretty angel statue. Hanging from the mantelpiece, above a crackling
fire, was a small stocking. The owner of this stocking, a small boy of about
five, came hurrying into the room from the kitchen, dressed in his pyjamas and
carrying a glass of milk, which he carefully placed next to a plate of mince
pies on the table by the fireplace. Glancing over his shoulder to check his
parents were still in the kitchen, he then tiptoed over to the pile of shiny,
carefully wrapped presents under the tree. He picked up a present with his name
on it and began feeling it all over, poking and prodding in an attempt to guess
what was inside it.
“Jake!”
The young boy jumped and
abruptly dropped the parcel at the sound of his mother’s voice, and turned to
find her looking at him sternly. She glared for a few moments before breaking
into a smile and dashing across the room to pick him up and dump him, giggling,
on the sofa, where she collapsed beside him.
abruptly dropped the parcel at the sound of his mother’s voice, and turned to
find her looking at him sternly. She glared for a few moments before breaking
into a smile and dashing across the room to pick him up and dump him, giggling,
on the sofa, where she collapsed beside him.
“What have I told you about the presents? You
have to wait until tomorrow!” she said, wagging a finger in his face.
have to wait until tomorrow!” she said, wagging a finger in his face.
“She’s right,” continued
Jake’s father, smiling as he joined them on the sofa, “You know it’s not too
late for Santa to change his list.”
Jake’s father, smiling as he joined them on the sofa, “You know it’s not too
late for Santa to change his list.”
“Too excited!” giggled Jake,
squirming around in between his parents, “I wish Santa would come right now!”
squirming around in between his parents, “I wish Santa would come right now!”
“I know kiddo,” said his
father, ruffling Jake’s hair, “but he won’t come unless you’re asleep. Speaking
of which, I do believe it’s past your bedtime.”
father, ruffling Jake’s hair, “but he won’t come unless you’re asleep. Speaking
of which, I do believe it’s past your bedtime.”
“No,” whined Jake, looking up
at his father with wide, pleading eyes.
at his father with wide, pleading eyes.
“Yes, off you go. If you’re
asleep, tomorrow will come even faster!” smiled his mother, before kissing him
goodnight. Before Jake could protest further, his father scooped him up and
over his shoulder and carried him, giggling again, off to his bedroom. His
mother shook her head, still smiling at her two boys. Then she remembered the
package that had been delivered earlier that day, which she quickly collected
from the kitchen and took with her as she left the flat and rang the bell of
the one opposite theirs. A young woman, about the same age as her answered the
door.
asleep, tomorrow will come even faster!” smiled his mother, before kissing him
goodnight. Before Jake could protest further, his father scooped him up and
over his shoulder and carried him, giggling again, off to his bedroom. His
mother shook her head, still smiling at her two boys. Then she remembered the
package that had been delivered earlier that day, which she quickly collected
from the kitchen and took with her as she left the flat and rang the bell of
the one opposite theirs. A young woman, about the same age as her answered the
door.
“Sorry to disturb you, but
this was delivered to our flat by mistake.”
this was delivered to our flat by mistake.”
“Oh, thank you for bringing it
over,” replied the other woman, taking the package, “well, have a happy
Christmas.”
over,” replied the other woman, taking the package, “well, have a happy
Christmas.”
“You too,” said the young
mother, smiling politely as the door was shut and she hastily returned to her
own home. The encounter was brief, but civil, as the neighbours had little to
do with each other.
mother, smiling politely as the door was shut and she hastily returned to her
own home. The encounter was brief, but civil, as the neighbours had little to
do with each other.
The other woman closed the
door and looked at the package briefly before setting it down and returning to
her dinner party.
door and looked at the package briefly before setting it down and returning to
her dinner party.
“Hey Liz, who was that?”
called out one of her friends from the far end of the table, over the top of
the other conversations taking place.
called out one of her friends from the far end of the table, over the top of
the other conversations taking place.
“Just a neighbour dropping
something off,” Liz answered casually. She made her way back to her seat around
the table, thinking how pleasant it was to have a sophisticated dinner with her
friends from the office on Christmas Eve. Like her neighbours, she had
decorated her flat, but it was all carefully planned, using only carefully
chosen sets of tasteful ornaments that all matched and complimented each other,
and a fake tree to avoid the unnecessary mess a real one would make on her
perfectly white carpet. The dinner was accompanied by quiet background music
and scented candles. Liz sipped on her wine and smiled to herself.
something off,” Liz answered casually. She made her way back to her seat around
the table, thinking how pleasant it was to have a sophisticated dinner with her
friends from the office on Christmas Eve. Like her neighbours, she had
decorated her flat, but it was all carefully planned, using only carefully
chosen sets of tasteful ornaments that all matched and complimented each other,
and a fake tree to avoid the unnecessary mess a real one would make on her
perfectly white carpet. The dinner was accompanied by quiet background music
and scented candles. Liz sipped on her wine and smiled to herself.
“So, what are your plans for
tomorrow Liz?” asked Steven from across the table.
tomorrow Liz?” asked Steven from across the table.
She tried hard not to blush –
he was very good-looking – as she replied, “Oh, I have to go visit my family.
I’d rather not, but I did promise my mother. What about you?” she continued,
trying to steer the conversation away from her relatives.
he was very good-looking – as she replied, “Oh, I have to go visit my family.
I’d rather not, but I did promise my mother. What about you?” she continued,
trying to steer the conversation away from her relatives.
“The same, though I’m rather
looking forward to it. Why aren’t you?”
looking forward to it. Why aren’t you?”
“Well, um…” Liz blushed more
as she fumbled for an explanation, “they’re all quite… different from me. I
mean, the whole day will be noisy and messy and, just, chaotic. Not really me
you know.”
as she fumbled for an explanation, “they’re all quite… different from me. I
mean, the whole day will be noisy and messy and, just, chaotic. Not really me
you know.”
“Ah, I see,” Steven grinned,
glancing around her pristine, white flat. Liz smiled back, somewhat nervously.
The truth was she just didn’t like her family. They were far worse than she
made them out to be, and in her group of friends, she felt ashamed of them. The
group of them at the dinner party all worked in the same office, and though
none came from particularly well-off backgrounds, they were all doing quite
successfully. The same definitely couldn’t be said for Liz’s sisters, and her
parents couldn’t care less what any of them did.
glancing around her pristine, white flat. Liz smiled back, somewhat nervously.
The truth was she just didn’t like her family. They were far worse than she
made them out to be, and in her group of friends, she felt ashamed of them. The
group of them at the dinner party all worked in the same office, and though
none came from particularly well-off backgrounds, they were all doing quite
successfully. The same definitely couldn’t be said for Liz’s sisters, and her
parents couldn’t care less what any of them did.
Mentally shaking herself, she
stopped thinking about the next day and went back to the conversation around
the table. Her work was her life, and her friends were a big part of why she
enjoyed it so much. She laughed brightly at the joke someone had just made, and
flashed her perfect, white smile across the table towards Steven. Picking up
her glass again, she took a large swig, and then grabbed the nearest bottle to
top it up, ignoring the little voice warning her to go easy in her head, as she
was determined to have fun that night, before having to endure her family the
next day.
stopped thinking about the next day and went back to the conversation around
the table. Her work was her life, and her friends were a big part of why she
enjoyed it so much. She laughed brightly at the joke someone had just made, and
flashed her perfect, white smile across the table towards Steven. Picking up
her glass again, she took a large swig, and then grabbed the nearest bottle to
top it up, ignoring the little voice warning her to go easy in her head, as she
was determined to have fun that night, before having to endure her family the
next day.
The laughter and chatter from
the flat could be heard out in the hallway, where a businessman by the name of
Tony Bakewell had just strode into the building, stamping snow off his shiny
black shoes as he did. He grumbled to himself and shot a dark look towards the
source of the merry noise, then set off up to the next floor and his own flat.
When he entered, his home was cold and dark, but that was nothing unusual. He
flipped the light switch, illuminating his dreary, sparsely decorated home. He
hadn’t put much effort in, because he spent remarkably little of his time here.
He left early for work in the morning and got back late every night. The most
important item of furniture was his large desk, which housed his computer and
several piles and boxes full of papers and files.
the flat could be heard out in the hallway, where a businessman by the name of
Tony Bakewell had just strode into the building, stamping snow off his shiny
black shoes as he did. He grumbled to himself and shot a dark look towards the
source of the merry noise, then set off up to the next floor and his own flat.
When he entered, his home was cold and dark, but that was nothing unusual. He
flipped the light switch, illuminating his dreary, sparsely decorated home. He
hadn’t put much effort in, because he spent remarkably little of his time here.
He left early for work in the morning and got back late every night. The most
important item of furniture was his large desk, which housed his computer and
several piles and boxes full of papers and files.
Removing his outdoor wear,
Tony loosened his tie very slightly before heading into the kitchen to quickly
make himself something to eat. He hastily threw a salad together while heating
up a microwave meal, which he ate as fast as possible, then picked up his
black, leather briefcase and settled down at the desk. Tony was obsessed with
his work, to the point where he had no friends and would have little to do with
his family, who didn’t understand his burning ambition. He was an intelligent
entrepreneur, who was determined to make millions, and would let nothing stand
in his way – not even Christmas. He’d been an atheist for years, and thought
the whole season was a waste of time and money. He ignored any cards or
presents he received (though most people had given up sending them some years
ago), didn’t attend any parties, never gave money to carollers or other
charities and had refused his families invitation to spend Christmas Day with
them by claiming he was “too busy”.
Tony loosened his tie very slightly before heading into the kitchen to quickly
make himself something to eat. He hastily threw a salad together while heating
up a microwave meal, which he ate as fast as possible, then picked up his
black, leather briefcase and settled down at the desk. Tony was obsessed with
his work, to the point where he had no friends and would have little to do with
his family, who didn’t understand his burning ambition. He was an intelligent
entrepreneur, who was determined to make millions, and would let nothing stand
in his way – not even Christmas. He’d been an atheist for years, and thought
the whole season was a waste of time and money. He ignored any cards or
presents he received (though most people had given up sending them some years
ago), didn’t attend any parties, never gave money to carollers or other
charities and had refused his families invitation to spend Christmas Day with
them by claiming he was “too busy”.
That night, he would sit at
his desk for hours, until his eyes were itching with tiredness. The next day,
his office was shut, but he would still work all day at home. He could hear
carollers out in the street and began muttering to himself darkly.
his desk for hours, until his eyes were itching with tiredness. The next day,
his office was shut, but he would still work all day at home. He could hear
carollers out in the street and began muttering to himself darkly.
“Bloody waste of time… stupid
people… load of rubbish… better off working…”
people… load of rubbish… better off working…”
He loosened his tie a bit more
and smoothed his hair down, before continuing to work away on the computer.
Just as he was intently studying a particularly complicated document, he heard
a large crash coming from the flat opposite his. He sighed exasperatedly and
muttered again.
and smoothed his hair down, before continuing to work away on the computer.
Just as he was intently studying a particularly complicated document, he heard
a large crash coming from the flat opposite his. He sighed exasperatedly and
muttered again.
“Damned Walkers… can’t learn
to be bloody quiet…”
to be bloody quiet…”
He cracked his fingers and
shook his head, then carried on working late into the night, just like he did
every other day of the year.
shook his head, then carried on working late into the night, just like he did
every other day of the year.
The Walkers were a
particularly loud family, who regularly received complaints from their
neighbours about the volume of noise coming from their flat, and that Christmas
Eve was no different. The flat was usually quite a dismal place, and always
smelt like cigarettes and alcohol, but it had been decorated for Christmas with
many ornaments and a grand tree by the window. However, that night the
decorations lay broken and scattered over the floor, much to the dismay of the two
children, who were huddled together in a corner of the living room. Their
parents stood in the middle, having a screaming match with each other.
particularly loud family, who regularly received complaints from their
neighbours about the volume of noise coming from their flat, and that Christmas
Eve was no different. The flat was usually quite a dismal place, and always
smelt like cigarettes and alcohol, but it had been decorated for Christmas with
many ornaments and a grand tree by the window. However, that night the
decorations lay broken and scattered over the floor, much to the dismay of the two
children, who were huddled together in a corner of the living room. Their
parents stood in the middle, having a screaming match with each other.
“You’re such a pig! Absolutely useless, bloody
pig!” bawled their mother, tears cascading down her face.
pig!” bawled their mother, tears cascading down her face.
“Don’t you talk to me like
that, you bitch!” bellowed their father, who grabbed another ornament off the
mantel piece and flung it across the room in the general direction of their
mother.
that, you bitch!” bellowed their father, who grabbed another ornament off the
mantel piece and flung it across the room in the general direction of their
mother.
“And why shouldn’t I? You come
home drunk, after spending all day in the pub because you can’t find a ruddy
job –” she was cut off as her husband dealt her a blow across the face, causing
her to stagger. In the corner, the eldest child strokes the hair of her younger
brother, who is sobbing with wide horror struck eyes, and whispers in his ear.
home drunk, after spending all day in the pub because you can’t find a ruddy
job –” she was cut off as her husband dealt her a blow across the face, causing
her to stagger. In the corner, the eldest child strokes the hair of her younger
brother, who is sobbing with wide horror struck eyes, and whispers in his ear.
“It’ll be all right, it never
lasts, hush now, it’s ok…”
lasts, hush now, it’s ok…”
Meanwhile, their father is
still yelling abuse at their mother, who isn’t shy in returning insults, as
their language gets progressively worse. They used to be a happy family, until
alcohol took over the adults’ lives. Fights had been a regular occurrence for
some years now, leaving the Mr Walker angry, Mrs Walker upset and the children
terrified every time.
still yelling abuse at their mother, who isn’t shy in returning insults, as
their language gets progressively worse. They used to be a happy family, until
alcohol took over the adults’ lives. Fights had been a regular occurrence for
some years now, leaving the Mr Walker angry, Mrs Walker upset and the children
terrified every time.
“Would you shut him up?”
shouted Mr Walker at his daughter, referring to the increasingly loud sobs
coming from the little boy curled up in her lap. She stared in shock and
horror, while still holding and trying to comfort her brother.
shouted Mr Walker at his daughter, referring to the increasingly loud sobs
coming from the little boy curled up in her lap. She stared in shock and
horror, while still holding and trying to comfort her brother.
“Leave them alone!” cried
their mother, who was now sporting a large bruise blossoming across her face,
“This is nothing to do with them!”
their mother, who was now sporting a large bruise blossoming across her face,
“This is nothing to do with them!”
“It will be if he doesn’t shut
it!” Mr Walker strode across the room and violently kicked his son, resulting
in his daughter bursting into tears, as the boy yelled in pain.
it!” Mr Walker strode across the room and violently kicked his son, resulting
in his daughter bursting into tears, as the boy yelled in pain.
“Stop, please, please stop,”
whispered the girl, holding her brother even tighter as she felt his tears
beginning to seep into her clothes. Her pleading simply earned her a slap
across the face, causing her to gasp in shock and pain. Mrs Walker began to
scream in protest, a noise which could be heard throughout most of the
building. The girl buried her face in her brother’s shoulder, resigning herself
to the fact that this would continue until her father stormed out, which might
not be for some time.
whispered the girl, holding her brother even tighter as she felt his tears
beginning to seep into her clothes. Her pleading simply earned her a slap
across the face, causing her to gasp in shock and pain. Mrs Walker began to
scream in protest, a noise which could be heard throughout most of the
building. The girl buried her face in her brother’s shoulder, resigning herself
to the fact that this would continue until her father stormed out, which might
not be for some time.
Upstairs, an elderly couple
stopped what they were doing at the sound of Mrs Walker’s scream.
stopped what they were doing at the sound of Mrs Walker’s scream.
“My, what could that be?”
remarked the woman, “Well, no time to wonder, come on now Richard, they’ll be
here soon!”
remarked the woman, “Well, no time to wonder, come on now Richard, they’ll be
here soon!”
“Yes Gladys,” her husband
replied, somewhat wearily. He was carefully laying the large, oak dining table
for twelve people, while his wife bustled around the kitchen, with about half a
dozen different dishes on the go at once.
replied, somewhat wearily. He was carefully laying the large, oak dining table
for twelve people, while his wife bustled around the kitchen, with about half a
dozen different dishes on the go at once.
“Richard, that’s not right!”
she frowned at him, placing her hands on her hips, “That place should have a
smaller glass for one of the children! I don’t want them using the expensive
ones.”
she frowned at him, placing her hands on her hips, “That place should have a
smaller glass for one of the children! I don’t want them using the expensive
ones.”
“Sorry dear, I’ll fix it right
away,” he replied, dutifully doing as he was told. Over fifty years of marriage
had taught Richard to do what his wife said without arguing, as it made for a
much easier life with her. One such thing that he never argued with was their
Christmas tradition – every year, without fail all their children and
grandchildren came to stay with them for the holiday, and every year Gladys
went to extreme lengths to get everything prepared exactly as she wanted it.
Their home was decorated with the same ornaments every year, all chosen and
arranged by Gladys, while Richard simply had to collected a pre-chosen tree. He
went with her to buy the presents, but it was Gladys who chose and meticulously
wrapped them. Now, she was preparing, in her opinion, the most important part
of the holiday – the food. They would have an adequate dinner that night,
before the spectacular banquet the next day.
away,” he replied, dutifully doing as he was told. Over fifty years of marriage
had taught Richard to do what his wife said without arguing, as it made for a
much easier life with her. One such thing that he never argued with was their
Christmas tradition – every year, without fail all their children and
grandchildren came to stay with them for the holiday, and every year Gladys
went to extreme lengths to get everything prepared exactly as she wanted it.
Their home was decorated with the same ornaments every year, all chosen and
arranged by Gladys, while Richard simply had to collected a pre-chosen tree. He
went with her to buy the presents, but it was Gladys who chose and meticulously
wrapped them. Now, she was preparing, in her opinion, the most important part
of the holiday – the food. They would have an adequate dinner that night,
before the spectacular banquet the next day.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
“Quick Richard, that’ll be
them! Answer it.” cried Gladys, as she hastily wiped her hands and removed her
apron.
them! Answer it.” cried Gladys, as she hastily wiped her hands and removed her
apron.
“Yes dear,” he sighed gently,
as he opened the door.
as he opened the door.
“Hello dad, merry Christmas!”
cried his eldest daughter, hugging him, before several other people spilled
into the flat behind her. Gladys and Richard had a son and a daughter, both
married with three children, two boys and a girl each. Gladys often admired the
perfect symmetry in their family tree.
cried his eldest daughter, hugging him, before several other people spilled
into the flat behind her. Gladys and Richard had a son and a daughter, both
married with three children, two boys and a girl each. Gladys often admired the
perfect symmetry in their family tree.
Gladys hurried out of the
kitchen to greet her family, gushing over each of them in turn.
kitchen to greet her family, gushing over each of them in turn.
“Oh, it’s so good to see you
again!”
again!”
“My, haven’t you grown!”
“Dear, you’d be so much more
handsome if you cut your hair!”
handsome if you cut your hair!”
“That’s an, um, interesting
piercing there, dear…”
piercing there, dear…”
“How have you been? Work going
well, hm?”
well, hm?”
“Ok mum!” interrupted her son,
laughing at his mother’s usual well-meaning but long-winded chatter, “That’s
enough for now, let us get our stuff away and sit down.”
laughing at his mother’s usual well-meaning but long-winded chatter, “That’s
enough for now, let us get our stuff away and sit down.”
“Yes, yes, of course. Richard,
help them with their bags, I must sort out the food,” she said, throwing her
hands in the air and dashing off back into the kitchen. Her children exchanged
a glance and rolled their eyes, sighing at her obsessively organised nature.
Sitting their father down and assuring him they didn’t need help, they went to
unpack, ushering their own children, a mixture of sulky teens and hyperactive
children, through to help instead. They were fairly certain this Christmas
would be no different from any other – which was just how their mother would
like it.
help them with their bags, I must sort out the food,” she said, throwing her
hands in the air and dashing off back into the kitchen. Her children exchanged
a glance and rolled their eyes, sighing at her obsessively organised nature.
Sitting their father down and assuring him they didn’t need help, they went to
unpack, ushering their own children, a mixture of sulky teens and hyperactive
children, through to help instead. They were fairly certain this Christmas
would be no different from any other – which was just how their mother would
like it.
A few minutes later, Richard
left their flat carrying a plate of mince pies his wife had made from scratch.
He crossed the hall and rang the bell of the flat opposite.
left their flat carrying a plate of mince pies his wife had made from scratch.
He crossed the hall and rang the bell of the flat opposite.
Inside a very old man raised
his head wearily and glanced towards the door. He groped around beside him for
his walking stick, and carefully pulled his weary body out of his large, worn,
leather armchair. Slowly, he shuffled across the room, hunched over with a bad
back, and eventually answered the door.
his head wearily and glanced towards the door. He groped around beside him for
his walking stick, and carefully pulled his weary body out of his large, worn,
leather armchair. Slowly, he shuffled across the room, hunched over with a bad
back, and eventually answered the door.
“Merry Christmas, Mr Fields,”
said Richard, smiling politely, “My wife made these delicious pies and asked me
to bring them over to you.”
said Richard, smiling politely, “My wife made these delicious pies and asked me
to bring them over to you.”
“Eh?” croaked Mr Fields,
cupping one hand around his ear, “Speak up boy.”
cupping one hand around his ear, “Speak up boy.”
Raising his voice, Richard
tried again, “Mince pies for you!”
tried again, “Mince pies for you!”
“Ah, right, why didn’t you
just say so?” he said, setting his stick aside in order to accept the plate
with both hands, “Thank you very much.”
just say so?” he said, setting his stick aside in order to accept the plate
with both hands, “Thank you very much.”
Smiling, Richard pulled the
door shut as Mr Fields went back into his flat. He shuffled over to the nearest
table and set the pies down, before returning to his chair in front of the
television. His flat was rather drab and plain and smelt very musty. He had
lived here for about five years and was now in his early eighties. The flat was
decorated in bland shades of cream and brown, and didn’t look particularly
festive, apart from the few lonely pieces of tinsel put up by his carer, who
visited twice a week. She wouldn’t be coming the next day though, as she was
spending Christmas with her own family, after Mr Fields’ insistence that she do
so. At first she had been reluctant, not wanting him to spend Christmas alone,
but he had assured her his son was coming to see him. This was a lie – Mr
Fields had no family. His wife had died some years previously and they had no
children. He would be alone for Christmas.
door shut as Mr Fields went back into his flat. He shuffled over to the nearest
table and set the pies down, before returning to his chair in front of the
television. His flat was rather drab and plain and smelt very musty. He had
lived here for about five years and was now in his early eighties. The flat was
decorated in bland shades of cream and brown, and didn’t look particularly
festive, apart from the few lonely pieces of tinsel put up by his carer, who
visited twice a week. She wouldn’t be coming the next day though, as she was
spending Christmas with her own family, after Mr Fields’ insistence that she do
so. At first she had been reluctant, not wanting him to spend Christmas alone,
but he had assured her his son was coming to see him. This was a lie – Mr
Fields had no family. His wife had died some years previously and they had no
children. He would be alone for Christmas.
Mr Fields scratched his nose
with a gnarled, wrinkly finger, and then reached for the remote control. He
began flicking through channels, looking for anything that wasn’t related to
Christmas, anything that wouldn’t remind him of how alone he was.
with a gnarled, wrinkly finger, and then reached for the remote control. He
began flicking through channels, looking for anything that wasn’t related to
Christmas, anything that wouldn’t remind him of how alone he was.
The last flat in the building
was on the top floor, and although it was the largest it was home to just two
people. The flat was tastefully decorated and had a warm, homely atmosphere.
The living room was full of family pictures and a warm, crackling fire burned
in the grate. The Christmas tree had been lovingly decorated with a mix of old
ornaments passed down through family, and newer ones the couple had bought
together. The smell of cooking filled the room, escaping from the well-used
kitchen. The windows offered a wonderful view of the snowy city, and it was
here, admiring the view that a young woman sat in the window seat, thinking
happily on her life.
was on the top floor, and although it was the largest it was home to just two
people. The flat was tastefully decorated and had a warm, homely atmosphere.
The living room was full of family pictures and a warm, crackling fire burned
in the grate. The Christmas tree had been lovingly decorated with a mix of old
ornaments passed down through family, and newer ones the couple had bought
together. The smell of cooking filled the room, escaping from the well-used
kitchen. The windows offered a wonderful view of the snowy city, and it was
here, admiring the view that a young woman sat in the window seat, thinking
happily on her life.
“Lily?” a voice called.
“Through here Josh,” she
replied, smiling as she turned to see her husband enter the room. He walked
over to her, grinning broadly and bent down to give her a light kiss, before
gently puling her over to sit on the large, squashy sofa with him.
replied, smiling as she turned to see her husband enter the room. He walked
over to her, grinning broadly and bent down to give her a light kiss, before
gently puling her over to sit on the large, squashy sofa with him.
“So, how was your day?” he
said, wrapping his arms around her.
said, wrapping his arms around her.
“Good, I think everything’s
ready for my parents coming tomorrow,” she answered, leaning against him,
“Yours?”
ready for my parents coming tomorrow,” she answered, leaning against him,
“Yours?”
“All right, but I’m glad to be
home.”
home.”
“I’m glad you’re home too.”
she grinned up at him.
she grinned up at him.
They sat together for a while,
not saying anything, just enjoying being with each other. Lily’s mind drifted
back to her earlier thoughts. She and Josh had been married for almost two
years now and she was still very much in love with him. They had the occasional
fight, but it helped keep their relationship spontaneous and exciting. The
little surprises he gave her also helped – taking her out for dinner now and
then, buying inexpensive but thoughtful gifts for no reason. They both worked
hard at their jobs, as they wanted to move out to the country one day, but they
always made time for each other. Glancing back towards the window, Lily noticed
that snow was gently drifting down from the sky again.
not saying anything, just enjoying being with each other. Lily’s mind drifted
back to her earlier thoughts. She and Josh had been married for almost two
years now and she was still very much in love with him. They had the occasional
fight, but it helped keep their relationship spontaneous and exciting. The
little surprises he gave her also helped – taking her out for dinner now and
then, buying inexpensive but thoughtful gifts for no reason. They both worked
hard at their jobs, as they wanted to move out to the country one day, but they
always made time for each other. Glancing back towards the window, Lily noticed
that snow was gently drifting down from the sky again.
She looked back up at Josh,
who had also noticed it, and murmured to him, “Do you remember the day you
proposed? It was snowing like this, then too.”
who had also noticed it, and murmured to him, “Do you remember the day you
proposed? It was snowing like this, then too.”
“Yeah, of course I do. Best
decision I ever made.”
decision I ever made.”
Lily sat up straight and faced
him directly, biting her lip nervously.
him directly, biting her lip nervously.
“Lily? Is everything all right?”
Josh asked, seeing the worried look on her face.
Josh asked, seeing the worried look on her face.
“I need to tell you something
about your Christmas present, before my parents get here.”
about your Christmas present, before my parents get here.”
“What is it?” he said, taking
her hand in his.
her hand in his.
“Well, it’s going to be a bit
late.”
late.”
“That’s fine. How late?”
“About nine months. I’m…
well, I’m pregnant.”
well, I’m pregnant.”
Josh’s eyes lit up in wonder,
as a huge grin spread across his face. Lily giggled nervously, as he stared at
her in awe.
as a huge grin spread across his face. Lily giggled nervously, as he stared at
her in awe.
“This is… this is amazing
Lily! Pregnant!”
Lily! Pregnant!”
She nodded again, unable to
take the smile off her face, as her husband swept her up and whirled her around
the room before kissing her again.
take the smile off her face, as her husband swept her up and whirled her around
the room before kissing her again.
“This is the best Christmas
present you could’ve gotten me,” he said, his voice full of wonder.
present you could’ve gotten me,” he said, his voice full of wonder.
The snow continued to float
down outside the window. The city was getting quieter, as lights began to go
out and the stream of traffic dried up. People were getting ready to end the
day, in preparation for the next one. For some, it would be a time spent with
family and loved ones. For others, it was about friendship, while a few would
spend it alone. Some would have a happy day, full of love and joy, while for
others it would be miserable and filled with arguments and hatred. Some would
treat it like any other day, while for others, it would be one they would never
forget.
down outside the window. The city was getting quieter, as lights began to go
out and the stream of traffic dried up. People were getting ready to end the
day, in preparation for the next one. For some, it would be a time spent with
family and loved ones. For others, it was about friendship, while a few would
spend it alone. Some would have a happy day, full of love and joy, while for
others it would be miserable and filled with arguments and hatred. Some would
treat it like any other day, while for others, it would be one they would never
forget.
