2004-12-25
Beautiful Christmas
The dark still of Christmas breaking at midnight, was disturbed only by a quiet, warbling voice. The sounds wafted from a little golden-headed girl�s bedroom, where the melody and words of �You Are My Sunshine� were just barely discernable through her voice�s unstable, off key whisperings.
Not many times was it heard though, before the girl had sung herself into a still, dreamless sleep.
There were restless stirrings again in the early morning, and the jingle bells on clumsy red and white home made felt stockings was heard. Before long the sound drifted out again and there was a little golden head laying abed drifting back to sleep with Bowie playing softly in the background. But a short time passed again, and running and sliding and shaking and yelling was heard. The sleepy girl was roused from her bed and half dragged to the dark living room where the sweet smelling pine tree reigned, bedecked with precious ornaments decorated by tiny, awkward hands; and surrounded by a pile of glistening, Christmas gift-wrapped presents with tags sporting �From Santa.�
The girl was then lost to all sight by the clouds of gift wrap and ribbons and bows and cardboard boxes being tossed about everywhere. It was a long while before her bright blue eyes, heavy with sleep emerged again, peering out from behind a great stack of books in her skinny arms. She trotted away out of sight again, and despite a few quick appearances, the next time she emerged from her room for a long spell, a fresh, secretive, joyous smile had settled on her face. A song had moved to her lips and slight dancing twirl was added to her step. Many a time she was caught by the window kissing her hand to the distance.
But sleep again soon weighed her down, and no sooner had she appeared so happily and ecstatically, than she was gone again.
This time we may follow her though. We follow her down the burgundy carpeted steps through the dim blue, white and red rope lights chasing the stairs downwards. She has returned to her little bed, and has lain down under her covers to get her rest from the hubbub of Christmas. Her golden hair is spread across the pillow and her slightly perfumed wrists drawn up near her face, where they obscure her eyes, closed in sleep, and her lips drawn into a gentle smile at the beloved figure gracing her vague dreams.
From here is meals, and dishes, and unexceptional small conversation. Easily and quickly forgotten, blurred and obscured by the little bright light the girl cradles and kisses in her cupped hands.
She turns her face away a moment and smiles. This has been a truly great Christmas. One of my best ever�
The Obligatory Christmas Gifts recieved list
From sister: Le Morte d�Arthur by Sir Thomas Malory
From brother: Starflyer 59 � I Am The Portuguese Blues
From aunt and uncle: a portable cd player (>< oof. Oh well)
From grandmother: $25
From Grandfather: Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes and Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
From a close, dear friend: happiness. tehe
Stocking:
Itunes $15 gift card with which I have thus far purchased The Autumns s/t. I still have $4.62 left, and with it I might get a few Bright Eyes tracks but I haven't decided yet...(my sister wants me to get Mr. Roboto from Styx�Ha!)
Mascara
Violet eyeliner
Lip gloss
Multiple strand pearl bead bracelet
A box of junior mints
Various candy
The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer, Norton Critical Edition
The Picture Of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
The Four Loves by C.S. Lewis
Oliver Twist by Charles DickensA Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens (again! Taking this back and getting something else) exchanged for Cyrano de Bergerac by Edmond Rostand
Napoleon Dynamite DVD (This movie is flipping awesome! Gosh!)
Black scarf with cream lace (which matches almost nothing I own.)
Black clutch bag
White sweater (which I�m returning for something cuter)
Origami paper and 96 page instruction book