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    Christmas story

    Sally sat on the bus looking out into the darkness watching the snow fall ,
    In the light of the street lamps it made everything look sparkling and magical .
    She was on her way into town to the Christmas market , she loved this time of the year ,
    Her favourite thing was wandering around all the brightly lit Cabins looking at all the crafts and wares for sale ,
    The hot mulled wine and food stalls ,

    First stop will be the Christmas bauble Cabin , each year she tried to buy at least one unusual bauble to remind her of someone or something , this year would be a special one .

    After looking around for awhile Sally bought a mulled wine and sitting at a table by the outdoor skating rink ,
    she wrapped both hands around the cup enjoying the heat and watched people skating or trying to skate ,
    She smiled at the little ones holding onto Penguin skating aids , a group of teenagers trying to impress each other with their skating skills and laughing at each other falling over , in the middle a older couple holding onto each other to keep up having as much fun as the youngsters ,

    Her mind drifted back to when her children were small , There wasn’t all this then but they did enjoy coming into town to see the lights , the shop windows and a fish and chips tea at the local cafe .

    Money was tight , Larry her husband had left her when the children were only tots never to be seen again .
    Sally worked part time and once the children were in bed did piece work to provide for them .
    She made sure Christmas was always special for them.

    Now they were grown ,
    Her son Daniel was 34 lived in Spain with a lovely young Man called Greg ,they owned a bar and holiday flats,
    She stayed with them every summer for a few weeks

    Her Daughter Chrissy was 37 she lived on the other side of the world in Canada with her husband and Sallys 3 Grandchildren ,
    Molly 16 , Rosie 13 and 10 year old Toby

    Sally tried to visit when she could she adored her grandchildren and they had been to England a couple of times but it wasn’t enough Sally wanted to see more of them .

    Till This year Christmas had never been lonely ,
    When her Daughter and her family had emigrated for work 9 years ago Sally was heartbroken but would never have told them that , they had to do what was right for them .

    Thats when the Christmas tradition with her best friend began ,

    Freda was unmarried and had devoted her life to looking after her elderly parents , so each year Sally stayed with them from Christmas Eve till the day after Boxing Day and always had a wonderful time .

    Freda’s parents sadly passed a few years ago but they kept up the tradition
    Each year Freda and Sally would shop for Christmas and Decorate the tree ,

    Freda had impeccable taste and the tree was a sight to behold except for the Angel on the top ,
    Freda had made it when she was a child from a cheap plastic doll, sticking lace and hair ribbons on it and tinsel around its sparse hair ,it was the ugliest tattiest Angel ever ,
    No matter how they tried it wouldn’t stand straight and always looked lop sided and drunk .

    They would sit drinking wine laughing at it every year but Freda loved it .

    Sadly in January Freda passed away suddenly leaving Sally distraught and lost
    After the funeral Sally discovered Freda had left her bungalow and everything she owned to her , including ugly Angel with strict instructions that ugly Angel must goontop of Sallys tree .
    In the darkness of grief it made Sally laugh .

    Sally intended putting up her tree the next day ,
    She was dreading being alone on Christmas Day but there wasn’t much she could do about it so was determined to make the best of it .

    The next morning Sally dragged the tree from the loft and started to decorate it taking out all her special baubles ,
    The last one to go on was the special bauble she had bought the night before to remind her of Freda.

    It was The day before Christmas Eve ,
    Sitting reading the paper at the kitchen table having her morning coffee a tear ran down Sallys face ,
    Oh this is going to be difficult thought Sally .
    The door bell rang puzzled who it could be Sally opened the door to a young man with a large Hamperof food

    I haven’t ordered this Sally told him , No madam it’s a gift the card is attached.

    He carried it into the kitchen wished her a Happy Christmas and left .

    Sally opened it and it was full of goodies with a note from her Daughter it said just incase of visitors ,
    Sally smiled and thought well that’s not going to happen but what a nice thought .

    The door bell rang again , what now thought Sally as she opened the door .

    There on the doorstep stood Her Daughter Son in law and all the children ,
    Hello Mum said Chrissy were home to stay

    Sally stood stunned looking around at all their grinning faces ,
    Hello Gran said Toby can we come in

    Laughing and crying Sally hugged them all not believing they were all here and not going back .

    Later that day she found out they had been planning it for a year but didn’t say anything to surprise her

    That night they switched the tree lights on and Sally brought Ugly Angel out and placed her pride of place on the tree and everyone laughed

    Quietly Sally thanked Freda for bringing her family home , she knew Sally would be lonely and Sally was convinced Freda was the one that made this happen ,

    I hope the Angels are not as ugly Up there Freda she said , she was sure she heard Freda laughing .
    Last edited by Oma; 16-11-2022, 04:18 PM.
    Im not fat just 6ft too small

    #2
    What a lovely story Oma, beautifully written.
    What is life if full of care we have no time to stand and stare

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      #3
      Oma, what a beautiful story. I had a lump in my throat and leaky eyes when Sally opened the door to her DD and family. I'm sure the Ugly Angel was happy, too.

      "Joy is what happens to us when we allow ourselves to recognise how good things really are. "

      (Marianne Williamson)

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        #4
        Aww, bought a tear to my eye!

        You are a lovely story teller Oma.
        “A grandchild fills a space in your heart that you never knew was empty.” – Unknown

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          #5
          Thank you ladies , I had so much in my head I couldn’t write it all down , I was a bit stuck with a ending .
          I more or less knew what I wanted but it was actually forming it I found difficult , it didn’t really end the way I pictured it but it was ok
          Im not fat just 6ft too small

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            #6
            I often have problems with ending a story!
            “A grandchild fills a space in your heart that you never knew was empty.” – Unknown

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              #7
              So do I!

              I seem to find myself in a bog about three-quarters of the way through and can't find a way through it.
              "Joy is what happens to us when we allow ourselves to recognise how good things really are. "

              (Marianne Williamson)

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                #8
                Lovely story Oma.
                Sometimes I forget to like posts,but that doesn't mean I don't like them.

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                  #9
                  Daisy I had all these words in my head and I knew I couldn’t put them all down it would have been a book ,
                  Then that meant some of the ending I intended wouldn’t make sense ,
                  It seemed to all unravel 😁 so a quick rethink was needed 😂
                  Im not fat just 6ft too small

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                    #10
                    Oma, the joys to story writing. Once I've got a story in my head I can't wait to get it down, but like you say, you can end up with a book!
                    "Joy is what happens to us when we allow ourselves to recognise how good things really are. "

                    (Marianne Williamson)

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                      #11
                      Creative ideas they were noticeably absent for me this Christmas, but a comment from Gem a couple of days ago gave me an idea for a short story. Thank you Gem! It made me think about how we build up our family traditions and memories year on year. Which then lead me to wonder if there is ever a time we should change them.


                      EVERY CHRISTMAS

                      Twelfth Night already. How quickly it came round once the presents had been opened, the carols sung, the turkey reduced to soup and the mince pies no more than a memory of crumbs.

                      Heather cupped the bauble in one hand while the other groped for a sheet of the tissue paper she had piled up on the table. It was a large silvery bauble with a picture of a snow scene set into a golden indent on one side. “Harry’s first bike”, she said softly to herself.

                      Wrapping it gently she placed it in the box and carefully hooked another bauble off the tree. This was smaller, a deep rich red with a white and gold glittery pattern round the middle. Georgina’s first Christmas! Oh how she and Tony had loved showing their baby girl the lights on the tree, and helping her to unwrap box after box of presents. Far too many for a 9 month old, but she was their firstborn enjoying her first Christmas.

                      Slowly the box filled with baubles and the memories jostled in her head and her heart.

                      Finally, it was the very last thing off the tree - the angel in a white robe, and a gentle expression. Heather sighed as she cradled the angel in her hand. Their very first Christmas together. Newly married, with little money for anything but a tiny artificial tree with sparse branches stuck into a plastic pot.

                      Deep in thought, she hardly noticed Tony coming in and standing at her shoulder. He gently put his arm round her. “Penny for them, Gran?” he offered.

                      “I was just thinking, Tony. Every year since we were married we’ve bought a special bauble for our tree and made it mean something special. Like that blue one” pointing to one in the corner of the box. “That was the year Tom broke his wrist and was very indignant that he couldn’t pull two crackers round the table. Do you remember?”

                      “Of course”, Tony smiled, “and that pale blue glittery one was when Gareth told us he and Petra were getting engaged that New Year.”

                      Every single bauble held a special memory, the years and the story of their family for nearly 30 years.

                      “Next year will be another chapter with Georgie and Sean expecting our first grandchild. But the tree is full - there’s not a spare branch to be had.”

                      Heather sank down onto the sofa, and Tony joined her, putting his arm round her shoulders. She nestled into him, familiar and comforting as always and sighed.

                      “Perhaps”, said Tony, “the time has come for our story to take a backseat and let the next generation make their own Christmas memories. We have so much to look back on and to be grateful for, even if it is Harry falling off his bike and Tom having a tantrum over the crackers.”

                      Heather nodded, “I think you’re right. Our life is full, it’s time to watch the next generation make their own memories. No more baubles on our tree. But”, she added with a smile, "I might have to give them a nudge in the right direction with a bauble each to start their own Christmas tree of memories.”


                      THE END

                      "Joy is what happens to us when we allow ourselves to recognise how good things really are. "

                      (Marianne Williamson)

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                        #12
                        Aww that was lovely Daisy ❤️🎄
                        Im not fat just 6ft too small

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                          #13
                          Thank you Oma. I think it's the shortest story I've ever written!
                          "Joy is what happens to us when we allow ourselves to recognise how good things really are. "

                          (Marianne Williamson)

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                            #14
                            It's lovely Daisy, well done.

                            A bit sad though in a way!
                            “A grandchild fills a space in your heart that you never knew was empty.” – Unknown

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                              #15
                              Aww, thank you Gem. I couldn't decide whether it was a bit sad, or whether it was just an acceptance that our lives don't stay the same. It was your comment about being a bit sad taking down your Christmas decorations that sparked the idea. xx
                              "Joy is what happens to us when we allow ourselves to recognise how good things really are. "

                              (Marianne Williamson)

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