Working Late

Christmas is coming–I stayed an hour and a half late at work tonight to finish engraving. 


Alone on Christmas

He knew people were watching.  

But he had been watching, too. Watching through the windows while they opened their Christmas presents, while they feasted on their Christmas dinner, while the reveled in the company of family and friends alike. 

He watched, and when the time was right, he entered and stole their tree. 

If he couldn’t be with his family for the holidays, stringing garland around the tree while singing carols and eating fudge, they couldn’t either. 

Picture Prompt #46

It’s Santa!

A little late, perhaps, but…

Every year on the Saturday before Christmas, Santa rides around our town on a fire truck, throwing Tootsie Rolls. Last year Ian had to work, but I FaceTimed him when Santa rolled by. 

This year we’d given up on him, so we went to McDonald’s. On our way out of the drive thru, we saw Santa going down the next street from our old house. 

We went home, and made it just in time for another Santa going by.  

And then it felt like Christmas. 


Monday Snapshot: Plotting

It’s my first time participating in PAIL’s Monday Snapshot feature!

Santa had gone for the day by the time we went to the grocery store, but his chair was ready and waiting for a couple of mischief makers.

Can’t you tell they’re up to no good?

Christmas Decorations

I will freely admit that we are not an especially Christian family. I think the last Mass I attended was Ash Wednesday 2005. My husband hasn’t been to a service since 2003. When I worked at the blood center I went to church every Sunday, but that was to stab people.

But my husband loves Christmas like he’s six years old, and that’s just infectious. I never decorated my home before we got together, but you should see us now. We’re festive!

20111130-130657.jpgThe human stockings are on the opposite wall, but the tinsel isn’t as pretty over there because our cats are jerks.

Our tree, however, will be a little more bare than usual this year, I’m afraid. No ‘unbreakable’ shiny balls, no wire ornament hangers. Not that those ever stayed on the tree before (darn cats again). We simply purchased most of our ornaments in fits of childlessness, blissfully ignorant of choking hazards and the size something has to be to not fit up a toddler’s nose.

I’m still happy with what we ended up with, although it’ll be another three months before we’re close to glitter-free.