Christmas decorations

It’s been the usual hectic rush to prepare everything for the big day, but at the same time I’ve been working on two new book releases, proof reading for some other authors, oh, and panicking about writing this week’s short story.  😀 Browsing through some old files I discovered this one, which reminded me what it’s really all about. 

Merry Christmas everyone.  

angel with ornament 13.12.15

The fairy blinked and opened her eyes. Tentatively she unrolled her wings and stretched them to ensure there was no damage. All seemed fine despite having been unused for so long.

Although it was nearly dark, a subtle glow showed a box of Christmas decorations huddled near the tree. She recognised the blow up Rudolph from last year, who would shortly be riding in the window with a musical Father Christmas sitting on his back.

The woven green Christmas tree from an anniversary cruise many years ago would take its place on the banister, the tiny red stockings would make their way in increasing sizes up the wall next to the stairs. Last year’s green Christmas tree had breathed its last, and had now reluctantly been replaced with a modern white version.

Three reels of fairy lights were waiting to be untangled. The tatty old decorations from the cupboard under the stairs had been removed to leave Harry Potter some space for a few weeks. The strings of red and gold were examined to see if they would last for another year, while the misshapen bells and torn hanging garlands were really only fit for the dustbin.

At least the Gold Star was in good condition, and the bulbs on the holly wreath were all intact. Many people started afresh each year, but in this house every ornament was a memory.

‘You know what, Joan?’ the old man said, ‘we really should think about getting some new ones for next year. Most of these are well past their sell-by date.’

‘A bit like us then,’ his wife smiled. ‘Let’s just wait and see how it looks when it’s all done.’

Fred reserved his judgement, although secretly he thought they looked a bit shabby. The sound of the doorbell interrupted his thoughts. ‘I’ll get it,’ he called as Joan put the final touches and went to plug in the tree lights.

‘Work your magic,’ Joan whispered to the fairy, as she put her in pride of place at the top of the tree.

‘Grandma, it’s like fairy land,’ Sophie squealed, as she launched herself into the old lady’s arms. Looking round the room Fred had to agree with her. As usual his wife was right; everything looked wonderful.

Turning to hug her he noticed the kiss she blew to the fairy. It must have been the light but he would have sworn he saw the figure wink.

© Voinks December 2015

If you’re looking for some last minute gifts, or even wanting inspiration for spending those Amazon gift vouchers, check out my author page Amazon UK  and Amazon International and USA   

Thank you for reading my stories. 

mr-and-mrs-claus 22.12.15



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s