The Benevolence of Christmas

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

This Christmas story is told through the eyes of a young woman, who feels that she is a Grinch. She experiences hate at a very young age and it has led her to become a different person. She arrives back to the town that once made fun of her as a child and hopes to find the Christmas she once lost.

The Benevolence of Christmas

By Vinia Yule

 

There was a snow storm in the middle of the town. The snow was crisp and white. It made clouds on the ground. The sky mirrored the Earth. It made a vision I’ve never  seen before. The wind blew the snowflakes to the left then to the right. There was a light in the sky that beamed towards the center of the street. A light so bright, it made the snow shine. It reflected into my eyes and the vehemence for the holiday spread from my chest to my face. Was I going to find Christmas this year? 

I opened the door and stepped onto the cloud. I walked towards the cabin closest to  me with a sign for lodging. The handle to the door was made of wood with delicate carvings. It  reminded me of the wooden toy I had thrown in the fire. My mother had given it to me on an ordinary day. A day filled with less than sense. I watched as the fire burned through the wheels. The wood had tasted like freshly oven baked pot roast. It terrified me.

I let go of the handle and stomped my way to the reception. I felt heavy. The townie  gave me a key to a cabin down the street on a hill separated from the rest. With my luck, it was the only cabin left. I wasn’t surprised at the lack of cabins and rooms. It was almost Christmas. Folks were here with their families. Children were outside with their sleds while pets were inside next to the chimneys. The door to the car was still open. Snow had fallen onto the leather seats and onto the pedals. I got a small shovel from the trunk to free them.

I slowly drove to the cabin. The wood was darker than the others. I presume it was one of the first cabins that was built. The trees around it were skinny and small. There was a  mistletoe at the corner of the entrance with other green decorations that matched my coat. This color always looked good on me. It made my eyes more emerald than what they really were. My mother had said that when I was a child, they would turn softer when I smiled. The  last time I saw my eyes, they were harsh and they haven’t changed since then. My mother knew my eyes grew rough after another child turned my winter into a nightmare.

The child was ordinary with an ordinary nose, ordinary hair, and ordinary eyes. The other children would laugh along. I stood out from the rest of the children. Not only were my eyes  green but my nose was pointy, my face was flat, and I had high cheekbones. My skin and hair were light green. On that Christmas Day, I had a gift for another classmate. I felt more than the  joy for Christmas that year. I felt new love. The gift was a Christmas tree with ornaments that resembled my family. My new love was on there as well. The child got my tree, made fun of my decorations, and threw it onto the left wall. It broke into pieces. My crush stared at me with pity and shame. The other children mocked me as I cried and ran to hide. My heart grew smaller while my resentment grew bigger.

I removed the mistletoe and entered the cabin with my luggage. Christmas was  tomorrow. I had on the same clothes from two nights ago. I sat on the couch and looked  through my phone. No calls. No texts. No emails. No voicemails. No one to see. I set my phone down in my coat. My stomach made sounds for three. I had a leftover sandwich from earlier that day. I ate 'till I was ready to sleep. It got dark. I looked out the window to see if someone drove by for me. No one had called. No one had bothered. It was only the snow and me.

Then I heard a sound. It was the phone. I picked up my cell phone and saw that it was  my grandmother. I did not answer the phone. I found a letter in my pocket. It started off like this, “ I know you’re not a mean one. You are warm, kind, and alone . . .”. Someone must of seen me smile at the snow earlier in the day. The snow this year was different. The note ended with an invitation to a Christmas party from someone I knew with a present for me. Next to the note was a drawing of a Christmas tree. I put on my coat and walked to the party. 

 I saw my love holding a tree. The ornaments looked like people and what was that? It was a picture of me. My love came to me and hugged me at last. He sent the note and had everyone singing Christmas carols. No one mocked me, no one laughed at me. I felt something change. I felt my heart beat. I touched my face and I touched my chest. I looked in the mirror and for the first time in a long time, I saw a woman with brown skin, brown eyes, and black  hair. Christmas was here.

 


Submitted: November 23, 2020

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