[ For what it's worth, he hates Christmas even more when he's alone. At least when he was with her there was always something good about it— if not the gifts, then the food, the decorating of the tree, or even Betty trying to sing along some silly carol playing on the radio. Right now all he gets is silence in his small bedroom, the only decoration a tiny angel with a broken wing that one of the kids offered him as a thank you for helping them.
And even far from home, it still feels like Christmas out on the street. Cheap lights, carols playing on old radios, people getting whatever gifts they can manage to their loved ones. Commercialized holidays work like that, he figures. No matter where he is, people will be celebrating it, one way or another.
Her email is short, but that might just be for the best. It's easier to handle when there's not too much for him to process, and her address alone is already more than enough to take up all the space in his head and make him turn in his bed at night. It feels like an invitation of sorts, or maybe he's just reading too much into it. Is he? God, he doesn't even know anymore. He misses her too much. ]
Thanks for the picture. That doesn't look a lot like a Christmas tree, but it's nice.
Hope you like your new place. I'll be thinking of you come New Year's, when the clock strikes midnight.
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And even far from home, it still feels like Christmas out on the street. Cheap lights, carols playing on old radios, people getting whatever gifts they can manage to their loved ones. Commercialized holidays work like that, he figures. No matter where he is, people will be celebrating it, one way or another.
Her email is short, but that might just be for the best. It's easier to handle when there's not too much for him to process, and her address alone is already more than enough to take up all the space in his head and make him turn in his bed at night. It feels like an invitation of sorts, or maybe he's just reading too much into it. Is he? God, he doesn't even know anymore. He misses her too much. ]
Thanks for the picture. That doesn't look a lot like a Christmas tree, but it's nice.
Hope you like your new place. I'll be thinking of you come New Year's, when the clock strikes midnight.
Bruce