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Merry Christmas, my dear readers! I know it's a day late, but since yesterday I was so sick that I spent most of the day sleeping, I thought now was as good a time as ever to wish you happy holidays.
A few years ago, I wrote this short story to post on a forum. Now I thought I'd bring it out again to share it with you this Christmas. Enjoy!
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The
Joy of Christmas
A small fire
flickered weakly, doing its best to spread its feeble warmth to the
three poor soldiers who huddled near it. The sandbag walls did
little to shelter them from the bitter cold snow-flurries that
blasted over the hills.
Shivering, a soldier
pulled his blanket tighter around his shoulders and held his fingers
closer to the flames. The holes in his worn, shabby mittens revealed
pale, chapped fingertips, eager for a bit of warmth.
“Jimmy, mate, it's
freezing! I don't know if I can stand it any longer.” He
complained, his voice quivering.
Across the fire,
Jimmy smirked. “You always did have a profound knack for stating
the obvious, Sam.” He said sarcastically.
“Oh, come on,
Jimmy, I'm just trying to make some conversation!” Sam protested.
“Well, save your
breath, you'll need it to keep warm!” Jimmy replied.
“Alright, fellas,
break it up. It wont' do us any good to argue. We're supposed to be
on watch.” Said the third soldier.
“Good old Tru,
always level-headed.” Jimmy sighed. “Are you really still
thinking about duty? We're freezing our fingers off, and your mind
is on duty?”
Tru shrugged. “I
don't claim to be any less upset than you are, I just know it won't
do for us to argue.”
The three fell
silent for a time. After a while, Sam spoke up again. “I keep
trying to think of something on the bright side... say, fellas, do
you know what day it is?”
When the others
failed to answer, Sam tried again. “I said, do you know what day
it is? Tru, I know you've been keeping a calendar...”
“It's Christmas
Eve.” Jimmy stated, staring into the fire. Sam looked down.
“Yeah.. and we're
stuck out here in the middle of nowhere. I hate this war. I wish
I'd never signed on! I'd give anything right now to be home with my
family.” Sam laughed a little, shaking his head at the memories.
“Ma will be baking
the apple pie- her own recipe! Pa will be bringing in some firewood,
making sure the house is nice and toasty. And my little sisters,
Jane and Anna, will be running around the Christmas tree, trying to
guess what's in their presents.
Tim, good little
lad, he'll be reading a book by the fireplace. And maybe Gramma and
Grampa have arrived with Aunt Rudy and Uncle Jack. They always bring
the best meat loaf. And cakes. And these special little cookies
with frosting!”
Smiling, Sam looked
up, wishing with all his heart he could somehow magically get back
home; maybe in time for dinner. Dinner would be nice right about
now.
“Well, what about
you? What do your families do at Christmas?” Sam asked, trying to
keep the conversation going. “If we can't celebrate with our
families, we can at least tell each other about what it's like.”
“Alright, Sam.”
Jimmy said, “If you really want to... I suppose I can humor you
tonight.”
Jimmy scooted closer
to the fire and began. “I don't usually celebrate Christmas with
my family anymore... I guess you could say I'm a bit of a black
sheep. But my sister, Jenny, still asks me every year. She and her
husband, John, have four kids. Kyle, Jacob, Maria, and Katy.”
Jimmy, in spite of
himself, began smiling. “Katy's just little. She and Maria are
really sweet.” He laughed. “You know, it's funny how they take
to me. Whenever I come to visit, they just run right up to me and
jump in my arms. Especially Katy. She calls me Unkoo Dimmy.
She and Maria will sit on my lap for hours and tell me about all the
games that they like to play.
Kyle and Jacob are a
little older. And they're practically inseparable. Jacob follows
Kyle everywhere. Every time I come, Kyle will come up to me
and tell me that he's getting to be a man, and ask if he can see how
tall he is compared to me.”
Sam smiled. “They
sound like great kids. Do you give a lot of presents at your house?
That was always my favorite part when I was little.”
Jimmy shrugged.
“Yeah, I guess so. But Jenny always scolds me a little for
spoiling the children with too many presents. She doesn't really
mean it, especially when I give her her own present- usually some
kind of cooking spice. She loves those.”
Jimmy fell silent
suddenly. Talking about Christmas was reminding him how much he
really missed his family, even though he didn't like to admit it. He
wondered if they missed him as much as he missed them.
“Well, what about
you, Tru?” Jimmy asked irritably. “Sam and I have talked about
our Christmases, it's your turn now!”
Tru breathed on his
hands, which were covered only by tattered, fingerless gloves, and
nodded his head. “Alright, be patient.” He sighed. “Oh...
where to begin?”
Jimmy and Sam waited
expectantly.
“Back home, my
family likes to work. A lot. So every Christmas, the men- that's my
father, my four uncles, my three cousins, and I, all go out into the
forest to cut a tree. Meanwhile, my sisters and my mother stay home
with my aunts and my Gramma to get supper ready.
We have lots of
treats- everything from cookies to candy, cakes to pies, scones to
muffins. My Aunt Bridget makes Bacon-Watercress rolls.” Tru
closed his eyes. “Those are my favorite. Anyway, by the time
they've set the table and laid the food out, the men and I have
usually found a tree, and we're dragging it in.
After that, we all
sit down and have our meal, and by the time we're done, every one of
us is stuffed full. Then we set up the Christmas tree and let the
children decorate it. There's a lot of noise because everyone wants
to visit with everyone else at the same time.
After that, my grandfather reads the Christmas story from the Bible. Then we sing
songs for a while. My uncles all play the guitar, and the kids sing
as loud as they can. My mother, aunts, and Gramma all sing in
harmony together. I just try to carry the melody without having my
voice break. They always play the songs too high.”
Smiling, Tru
continued. “After that we open presents- and let me tell you,
there's a lot of presents. The children go wild and start dancing
around for joy at their new gifts. Someone always gives me a
sweater. My uncle Tim gave me a jack knife last year, and I've
still got it, tucked away in my boot.”
Sam grinned.
“Sounds like a good Christmas to me!”
Jimmy spoke up.
“Sam, I'm not going to lie, but I agree with you. I wish I was at
home now. Even if the rest of my family doesn't really want me
there, I'd give an arm and a leg just to see their faces again.”
The others nodded in
agreement. “Well,” Sam said at last, “I don't know about you,
but I don't want to spend this Christmas griping in the cold. Just
because we're on our own out in the middle of nowhere doesn't mean we
can't have a good Christmas. We've got each other, right?”
Tru and Jimmy didn't
answer right away, but at last, Tru put his hand on Sam's shoulder.
“You've got me.”
Smirking at himself,
Jimmy had to agree. “Alright, fine. You've got me too. We're all
together in this war, even if we don't have our families.”
“Then what are we
waiting for?” Sam asked. “It's Christmas Eve! This is a time
to celebrate the Savior's birth!”
Lifting his voice,
Sam began a song.
“Silent
night...Holy night...”
Tru and Jimmy joined
in, each picking out different parts- Jimmy on the tenor, and Tru on
the base.
"All
is calm, all is bright...
round
yon virgin, mother and Child
Holy
Infant, so tender and mild...
Sleep
in Heavenly peace,
Sleep
in Heavenly peace.”
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