Is an absence really an absence if no one is there to notice it? Or, years go by quickly now that we’re old. I shake the rust from my eyes, my voice still unable to speak, and wave a creaky hello. I am ready, I think, to once again scrape these virtual walls with words no one will read.
And so we start with Christmas. Since ’tis the season in which it is better to give than to receive, I am giving you seasonal things you’ve never even asked for. Such as the gift of song, for one. I recorded a rendition of God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen back in time for Christmas of 2012 and, like lackadaisical clockwork, have re-uploaded it to my Soundcloud page each year, starting sometime in Advent and then to be taken down after the Feast of the Epiphany. Listen now, if you’d like, for a limited time.
And if that’s not enough, I am also posting a Christmas story I recently wrote for a flash fiction contest. It did not win. So, rather than being published in a prestigious literary magazine, it gets published on my personal site. Fa la la la la.
Before The Pines
Lamii ran from the housing complex to the pine tree forest on the outskirts of the village. He knew that a band of elves was rushing to the hanger with the hope of moving the sleighs to safety, if it wasn’t already too late. He also knew that even more elves were racing to the workshop in order to salvage whatever tools and supplies they could in order to make whatever weapons they could as quickly as possible. It was December 23rd. Most of the supplies they would’ve had were already turned into the toys which were weighing down the fully loaded Great Sleigh. In the chaos of evacuating the elf apartments, Lamii made the snap decision to run in the other direction.
Planes roared. Bombs dropped. Santa’s house and the main reindeer barn both blazed in terrifying flames. Lamii looked over his shoulder and saw paratroopers gliding down from the sky. He lowered his head and ran toward the pine trees, which seemed further away than ever.
The elves needed all the help they could, but Lamii was sure it was a suicide mission. There’d long been rumors of a war on Christmas, but that old fool Santa laughed them off and refused to prepare. The trees were getting closer. He knew he’d eventually need an excuse to explain his actions to the others. He was sure he could think of one. He just hoped he’d get the chance to use it.