To Be Jolly

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic
Why should Christmas be good, or why should it be evil?

Submitted: December 19, 2012

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Submitted: December 19, 2012

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The night was dark, pitch black. The strong lamps of the season did little to shine light against the night sky; however, it did bring great comfort to the wandering children, men and women running around in their daily affairs. The shadow of the world, however great, brought none of its haunting sorrow to the hearts of man down below. Whilst they went around in their complicated lifestyle, up high in sky, were two great beings.

The first was very majestic, a tan man wearing a very simple yet perfectly exotic white cloak, smiling whilst his flowing blonde hair went to and fro. He had another feature not founded in others: his wings. They were white as snow, yet they were widespread and magnificent, as if he had found the most potent eagle of God’s green earth and had been given its wings. This man was called by many as an angel, a servant of the Creator, but for now, let us simply call him “Hero”.

His companion was, unfortunately, quite the opposite. He was very foul and stank of rotten eggs and dead skin, and wore a pitch black robe, so dark; you could not have seen him up in the night. He covered his face with so many tarps and clothes, the only thing you could have seen was his bloodshot red eyes, full of hate and anger; when you saw his hands and feet, you would notice they were covered in bruises, cuts and sores unlike any other, and when you saw the bones on his back, you would be confused, but it was in fact the bones of the wings he used to have, which was still rotting and decaying to this day, as it had eons before. This man has been cursed and hated for many millennia, but for now, let us call him “Scrooge”.

Hero had been called upon by Scrooge, and they went to fly amongst the clouds high in the air, with Hero flying high with grace, and Scrooge in agonizing pain and misery. They would soon begin their debate, their everlasting argument about the pros and cons of Christmas season. Since the very first formal Christmas season, they had argued in every era about the season and whether we should even celebrate it. Their last one was in 1943, in the era of World War II, and although Scrooge had gained an upper hand at some arguments, just like the ones before, Hero found a successful way to win. Scrooge had decided that this year, as he decided as before, he shall win by any means necessary.

“Damn this age! People and their pathetic attempts to sweeten the cold of the winter, just as a madman would try to eat the dirt on the ground with expired produce! They have clearly forgotten how harsh the snow was on their weak peasant ancestors!” Scrooge had screamed, with his voice hoarse and sore, as if he had screamed without rest for too long. Hero had heard something like this before, and simply shook his head in great doubt.

“You poor unfaithful whiner, do you not see that these people are simply trying to keep their spirits merry and joyful, as the season should be? You must see that sometimes, things are best forgotten. Besides, what can be horrible about the birth of the Saviour Himself?” Hero had replied, his voice in great symphony, a deep yet understanding tone, and more pleasant as the greatest choirs of the planet. Scrooge had similarly heard this clichéd statement too many times to count, and he simply sneered in derisive hate.

“What be horrible on a day like this? Very well, Hero, let us wander the world as before, only this time, let me add a stipulation.” Scrooge had spoken, smiling with broken, unwashed and putrid teeth.

Hero had not been surprised by this, and he simply nodded his head and returned a grin with his perfectly straight, white, and shining teeth. Hero had always known that Scrooge was one to cheat or deceive, but Hero had beaten him in his own game before, and Hero was certain that he would again.

Undaunted, Scrooge had taken them down to the streets of New York City. There, they had roamed the City that Never Sleeps, passing by many smiling faces and joyful hearts, greatly pleasing Hero, whilst frustrating Scrooge, and causing him to curse under his breath. No one could see them due to their powers, yet you could always feel safe around Hero, and fearful when around Scrooge. These two then arrived at their destination. In front of a video store, lay a man, who had pale skin, and tacky clothing, wearing a worn out jacket, ripped shorts, and no shoes, and was shivering on a cardboard mat in front of the store.

“Do you see the ‘gentle’ man before us? Look at him, Hero. This insignificant worm is supposed to be merry, according to you. Yet, look at this rat! He is freezing yet the wanderers around him do absolutely nothing to aid their fellow man. What joy should he have then? He is abandoned by the insects that roam this world.” To add emphasis on this, Scrooge had summoned rats to start nipping at the man’s feet. The man tried to scare them away, but was putting up a useless resistance, as it seemed. “What do you say, Hero? To be lonely, cold, and melancholic in a time like this? It seems man is just as I had proclaimed them before: soulless, heartless, mindless, and most importantly, useless. Certainly, you must agree, no?” Scrooge had inquired, with a cold smile to suit the weather. Hero, however, was smiling as well, and used his powers to summon help.

A police officer passed by and noticed the poor incident, and shooed away the rats. The young man, only months in the line of duty, was a strongly built man, and well dressed. He had looked in pity at the unfortunate beggar.

“Sir, you seem to be in trouble this fine season. Any way I can help?” He asked. The poor man had shaken his head, but was moved nonetheless.

“Oh, gracious me, no, I’ll be fine. Haven’t died yet, don’t plan on dying today.” He said, flashing a quick grin to try and ease the young officer’s pity. The officer, however, wouldn’t have it, seeing that this man is in pain.

“Hey, I know a good restaurant nearby, how ‘bout a meal, my treat?” the poor man heard, and gaped in hopeful merriment. “You would do that for a poor man like me?” “Of course, I’m not cruel, and everyone can see that you seem to be really hungry.” The young officer held out his hand, and the two men headed to the restaurant nearby. Hero looked at Scrooge with an amused questioning half-smile.

“Well, I believe that the young man had proven his heart, mind, soul and use, no?”

“Bah! Nothing more than a wasted homosexual act of kindness! That man is just one, out of hundreds of other people who ignored that street trash!”

“It would seem that it takes only one to make a difference.”

“Bilge water and beeswax!” Scrooge had exclaimed. He believed that he was not be denied a victory. He decided to take them farther. Scrooge and Hero had flown with relative quickness and ease, and arrived at their destination. While I cannot say what other adventures they went through to prove their point, but on this particular one, Hero had won. And if you have any reasons that side with Scrooge or Hero, just remember, that is all up to you.


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