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The Holidays Season

I just cannot get over the looming dread of another winter. I know that a lot of people find joy in the changing of the seasons and the circle of life. I am just not one of them.

I can handle three out of four seasons, but we are about to enter the fourth and I am down.

That was a really bad football joke.

Anyway, off with the griping and on with the story.

L. E. White

Decking the Halls

Josh held his hand up to his sister, a tiny plastic snow flake dangling from a wire hook on the end of his finger. She stood on the little ladder that their parents used to reach the highest shelf in the pantry, stretching to reach the top of the tree.

“How many more ornaments are there,” Grace asked.

“Two,” he said when he looked down into the box. “Three if you count the star.”

She nodded and stuck her hand out, wiggling her fingers as she waited for him to give her the next ornament.

Glowing orange embers fell towards the floor. Each one turned black, cold and lifeless, before they reached the polished wood.

Josh climbed up to the top rung of the stool and lifted his sister up so that they could put the star on top of the tree. There was a crackling sound, like someone crumpling paper, and more embers floated down.

“Do you think they will ever come back and see it,” she asked.

Josh shrugged, “I don’t know.” He patted his sleeve, trying to smother out the flame that danced across the fabric. “It’s been such a long time since the left.”

Grace frowned and dropped her eyes to the black stubs of her toes. “I wish they would hurry up and come home. I want to see Mom’s face when she sees that we decorated the tree.”

Josh sighed, smoke spraying out of his nostrils like steam shooting out of a teapot. He didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth. Not when it was always a week before Christmas to her.

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