No Snow Angels On Christmas

Monday, July 15, 2013


1a : a loud roll or peal

b : a sudden sharp noise

2: a sharp witty remark : quip

3a : a narrow break : fissure       

b : a narrow opening —used figuratively in phrases like fall through the cracks to describe one that has been improperly or inadvertently ignored or left out

4a : a weakness or flaw caused by decay, age, or deficiency :unsoundness

b : a broken tone of the voice c : crackpot

5: moment, instant

Her eyes had hardly opened before she leaped off the mattress and sprinted over to the corner of the house where their tree was kept. Pushing her greasy blonde locks out of her face, she squinted. Had Santa put them somewhere else? She sped off, hunting throughout the house, then returned, puzzled, to the spot she’d started out at. Then she heard the siren wailing outside.

Walking falteringly to the door, she leaned against the keyhole; she could hear Mama talking and crying. Shuffling towards the boarded-up window, she peeped through a crack in the wood; she’d always thought it looked like a dinosaur’s eye. Squinting and straining, she finally managed to make out something red on the sidewalk  – did that man spill Mama’s Kool-Aid? Is that why she’s crying? She peered out again and saw the man in black help lift something into a white car, it looked like a black bag. But Mama was pulling the bag back!

Tumbling down from the sofa, she ran out to the white car to help. She grabbed the man’s hand, trying to pull it off the bag. He was stealing their gifts! The man pushed her away; Mama’s crying harder now. She reached forward and bit his hand as hard as she could; the man’s hand came flying off the bag and raised it in the air as if to hit her, like Daddy sometimes did. Where’s Daddy? But the man only lifted her up and handed her to Mama. She reached out and touched Mama’s wet face, and counseled her earnestly not to cry: Daddy would bring back their Christmas gifts – he wouldn’t let that bad man get away with them.

That Christmas morning Mama wouldn’t make snow-angels with her.


14 comments on “No Snow Angels On Christmas

  1. Oh my gosh, this is horrible! (The situation, not the writing.) Her thought-processes were heart-breaking, because reading it, I knew that her daddy wouldn’t (couldn’t) help. The nosy part of me really wants to know what led up to this scene, though 🙂

  2. Very sad story. I liked the final sentence. It really conveys that Christmas for her will never be the same.

    Since you’re answering questions: Did Mama kill Daddy in self defense? Did someone else kill him? Inquiring minds want to know! OK, I want to know. 🙂

    • Haha it’s flattering to see so much interest! 😀

      And about the story, Daddy was killed in a shootout late the previous night, around 3. Mama actually only found out when the police came knocking in the morning.

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