Sonic Blast Exclusive - Christmas Eve

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Sonic Blast Exclusive - Christmas Eve
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~~Princess Sonia 007~~	Dec 15 2010, 05:09 PM Post #1
Marble Garden Act 2 Posts: 152 Group: Continue? Member #11,598 Joined: November 26, 2010	(This is a Sonic Blast Exclusive; I call it Christmas Eve. It's a short story that will help get the holiday spirit up, and to celebrate the end of the year and the beginning of another! Please give me your comments for the preview and tell me if I should keep on writing.) Today is a day of excitement, a day of extreme anticipation, a day where not one child sleeps a wink. A beautiful day full of happiness and joy, where newborns celebrate the end of their first year and, the beginning, for others. Eleven months have been ripped off the calendar and one month still remains. The beginning of intense weather where the thermometer slowly lowers until it reaches the ones. The month is December, and the day is Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve. Three knocks on the door. Knock, knock, knock. The person requesting greeting and welcome outside in the bitter cold adored the fact that in a few moments she would be inside, warm and cozy. Oh, how that door brought her in with open arms, opened the sealed entrance to what she called home, and blocked the harsh cold and darkness of winter from entering. This door had a special, sentimental place in her heart to reside, with the familiar ring of a friendly bell and an intricately designed wreath splashed with traditional colors; red for the common and well known ornament, green for the leaves on the Douglas Fir tree where grass makes its temporary absence, and gold signifying the color, warmth and texture of your loved ones' hearts during a season where you couldn't want or love them more. Finally, the door opened and the girls' loving grandmother awaited. The girl walking forward and hugging her grandmother joyfully was named Jill. After quite a long day of walking two miles to the nearest grocery store and buying a turkey, she had finally returned with the nights' dinner in hand. As Jill felt warm and content in her grandmothers' arms, she looked up at the mistletoe. Love and sadness from Christmases past, kisses and tears shared, and in the case of heartbreak, alone, but at the same time not alone, together and happy with the ones you loved. She closed her eyes, tears forming, one side of her body feeling intense cold, and the other like next to a warm and highly comfortable heater. She felt the ghostly vibrations of Christmas spirits watching. So intently they watched, staring and peeking through the years. They silently peered, watching the love and often sadness that people felt, and they were always here, they always will be here, radiating a bright, beautiful light that counters the loneliness often felt; she was grateful for that. "Thank you," Jill whispered softly, a single tear dropping from her eyes. "Thank you so much." She closed her eyes again. Your silent words of comfort...I...couldn't be more happy. Her grandmother let go, holding out her hand. Jill took it gratefully, stepping over the threshold and closing the door behind her. With a slight sense of alarm, she thought she left the turkey outside, but found it lying next to her feet. She picked it up and walked in the general direction of the kitchen, looking around at the house. There she saw the bright fireplace, where she always used to sit with her grandmother when she was smaller, listening to stories of Christmas past, and waiting for the next day excitedly. Following the conversation was sleep, snuggled up in a blanket of red and green and seeing its wonderful textures through half-closed eyes as the restless young girl finally drifted off into her dreams, which were filled with anticipation, even while she was asleep. A new doll....a toy horse....perhaps a wagon or a bicycle. Endless possibilites bursting with opportunity. Jill could not wait. After one last look at the stockings above the fireplace, Jill averted her eyes and turned to the garland hanging gracefully on the walls. Like multi-colored snakes, they curved up and down like waves. Even they told memorable stories from years ago. The first garland was hung fourteen years ago during her first christmas, and it was red, the color always used when a new child is born in their family. Two years after that, another garland of red was hung as Jills' younger sister, Gloria, was brought into the world. A year after that, light blue garland was attached to the wall, showing that Jill's mother and father had gotten married. Jill didn't quite remember it, however, but there were photographs of the wedding. Two years later came green garland; Jill's first time going to school, and another two years after Gloria's own green garland was hung. All of these decorations had meanings, very important meanings worth remembering...But there was one last important thing. The Christmas Tree. Jill and her family always bought a nice Douglas Fir tree every four years. The same type of garland wound up the tree like a boa constrictor grasping its prey while lovely ornaments of all colors and textures dotted the tree like drips of paint. Blinking lights of white, red, green, yellow and blue made the tree light up, and above all that was the most beautiful star they had ever seen. Five perfect points, love, sadness, joy, anger, and fear. Love for your family and friends, sadness thinking about those who have passed, joy for the cheerfulness of the holidays, anger when the cat knocks an ornament off the tree, and fear for those who leave the house in an unforgiving blizzard and don't return until hours later. All these define what Christmas is all about, the emotions you feel, as well as guilt and envy; this star was extremely important to the family, and it was passed down from Jill's great-grandmother, who hand-crafted it and passed it down to her mother, and will eventually be passed down to Jill herself. She planned on giving it to her children when they were grown-up. All these things made the room light up with true Christmas cheer. The ornaments reflected the fire and in it was a reflection of the stockings that hang above it. Jill approached one of these bulbs and cupped her hand gently around it. It was a beautiful golden color, and she could see her hand and her face reflected in it. Her eyes, sparkling with tears caused by staring at the lights for so long, calmly looked down at the beautiful ornament, taking in all of its beauty, as she closed her eyes and backed away, looking at the entirety of the Christmas Tree. Her mother called from the kitchen; dinnertime. Jill took one last look at the tree and began to walk away. After putting away the turkey, the family of five, Jill, Gloria, their mother, father and grandmother sat down to eat. Their mother always cooked amazing meals, how perfectly she timed everything...Nobody in the family knew a single person who could make things as good as her, and she simply refused to let anyone else take over. Tonight was a nice, hot ham with mashed potatoes, apple sauce and green beans. Jill ate gratefully, often looking at the picture frames, which were practically mirrors; she saw the Christmas Tree in all of its glory inside of it. She took another bite... After dinner, the family went to the living room. Jill's mother, father, and grandmother sat on the couch while both Jill and Gloria, by choice, sat on the floor with a green and red blanket for each. Next to the warm fireplace, looking at the Christmas Tree, Jill and Gloria both began to get sleepy. "Goodnight...Sis." Gloria yawned sleepily. "Yeah...'Night." Jill replied, yawning as well. How perfect this moment was, if only she could stop it in time forever. As Jill thought about the happiness she would feel tomorrow, the presents the two sisters would receive, and the wonderful aroma of a promising turkey, she closed her eyes, the blizzard increasing speed and intensity outside... Today is a day of excitement, a day of extreme anticipation, a day where all children wake up early. A beautiful day full of happiness and joy, where newborns celebrate the end of their first year and, the beginning, for others. The month is December, and it's Christmas Day... Christmas Day... Edited by Princess Sonia 007, Dec 22 2010, 06:58 PM.



~~Princess Sonia 007~~	Dec 22 2010, 06:56 PM Post #2
Marble Garden Act 2 Posts: 152 Group: Continue? Member #11,598 Joined: November 26, 2010	The story has been finished, and just in time! Please read and comment! ^^



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