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Christmas Wishes - From Yazmin
I had found myself once more on the steps of your house and though some would call this intrusion, it
was simply an…unplanned visit. It had been raining this night and my clothes had become damp from the
short journey here. I made my way up the two steps to get to your front door and smiled in an almost
cheeky mannered fashion as I ran my fingers over the skirting of your door to find a key perched
securely on top of it. Perfectly convenient.
I tapped on your door to make sure you were out and slowly slid the key into the lock before gently
unlocking it. The lock clicked and the wood of the door silently moved before me, allowing my feet
to press inside your house. I slipped off my shoes and placed my jacket on the stand beside your
front door and then turned to my bag. I opened it lightly, the shape of it was completely distorted
from being cram packed with little goodies I had in store for you.
Christmas is not Christmas without a little bit of magic…I had always thought this way. And if magic
was taking its sweet, sweet time in getting to you I couldn’t simply leave you magic-less! I left my
jacket to dry on the stand as I rummaged through my bag of bits and bobs and pulled out a few of my
supplies. I turned to your home and currently my canvass. This won’t do, I thought to myself, looking
at a clean cut, empty looking room.
My fingers set to work and my decorations did the talking. An elegant set of lights fell gentle in
little swoops along your windows. I plugged them in by a close plug and turned them on, letting the
shimmering white and somewhat golden colour radiate in little sprinkles against the earthy colour of
your walls. I smiled and continued with the lights, twirling them around the banner of your staircase,
hidden amongst a long line of Christmas fern and holly berries…they twirled around in a little spiral
against the wood of it. I tweaked gently at it, making it perfect and pleasing to the eye before
whisking my way over to set up a little Christmas tree for you.
Yes, that was most certainly a pain to carry along to your house. It was a real one, a beautiful one,
its branches were evenly sprung out in all directions and was a deep, luscious, forest green colour…
the scent ran through the room and freshened everything up in its Christmas way. I smiled as I spun
around sets of beads over it. No tinsel this year, tinsel was completely out of the question…these
were stunning blue beads running down the length of the tree…. The colour and material of them allowed
the lights I placed alongside them shimmer in an ambient glory…I perched up some glass baubles, and
others of deep frosty winter blues. A dusted the tree with a light shimmer of silver sparkles and
dusted my hands off before quickly hovering up the pins of the tree that trailed from where it was
perched to the door. Like I said, this was no trick…I wanted this to be nice for you.
I walked over to the small fireplace that was position on the center wall and was the focus of the
room. Collecting a few piece of firewood I placed them together and warmed up the place by sparking
them alive in warm flames…I had written a few Christmas cards out for you and gather the others from
immortals and mortal you knew. And now they had claimed their new home on the top of your mantelpiece.
They looked wonderful…perhaps a few of them were crude and humorous…and then there were others that
were outrageously tacky, but that’s what Christmas is about…. it’s about not having a reason to be
happy.
I tweaked at them and presented them nicely and swung two small Christmas stockings either side of
the fireplace. One for you and the other for Celeste…I left a tiny present in them both for you. A
token of friendship.
Turning around I smile at what I had done…I laid out a blanket on the sofa for Christmas snuggle
purposes (crucial this time of year) and two champagne glasses on the coffee table. I knew you
wouldn’t be drinking alcohol, but I had a good and firm idea that you’d both…improvise.
I slipped on my shoes and picked up my back after having wrapped myself warmly in my jacket. Opening
the door I quickly remembered one last thing. I slid my over to the tree and popped on an angel on
the top of it and smiled wistfully to myself.
Perfect.
I trundled my way outside and closed the door behind me, locking it and returning the key where it
came from. I tucked myself beneath my hood and skipped off of your porch, taking out a few packs of
fake snow from my pockets and sprinkling them on your front garden and made my way back home.
Merry Christmas, Santiago…
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