Make Just One Someone Happy / And You Will Be Happy, Too.

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Kaeli's Apartment
Mid-day, Friday, 25 December

I spent the rest of Christmas Eve preparing a gift for Kaeli. It took me quite some amount of thought to figure out what to craft and nearly as long to actually craft it. I finished it well after the sun set but in plenty of time to have enough sleep. Jewelry crafting has never been my strongest skill but I feel the piece, while simple, came out quite nicely.

I put on some of my nicest clothing-- dress pants, a suit jacket, and a white dress shirt-- but do not put on a tie. With my bulk, I usually look too stuffy in such things if I add a tie. I haven't worn one in ages and doubt that I even have one any longer. It is not often that I dress like this, anyway.

As I walk along Main Street, I wish those I pass a Merry Christmas. There is a general air of happiness and warmth even with the weather the way it is. That has oft been the case with Christmas. Generally, it brings people closer together. It reminds us all what it is to be happy around others. Granted, that would not be so for those in poor family situations-- and it is not money of which I refer.

I climb the stairs to the outside door of the apartment above the schoolhouse. Pausing for a moment, I take a deep breath. The peculiarity of this does not escape me. One might think that after all of my years of life I would have grown out of the nerves. Someone else could perhaps. I have not.

My knuckles rap against the door.

[OPEN to Kaeli]

Make Just One Someone Happy / And You Will Be Happy, Too.

[cain-excolo.livejournal.com]

Kaeli's Apartment
Mid-day, Friday, 25 December

I spent the rest of Christmas Eve preparing a gift for Kaeli. It took me quite some amount of thought to figure out what to craft and nearly as long to actually craft it. I finished it well after the sun set but in plenty of time to have enough sleep. Jewelry crafting has never been my strongest skill but I feel the piece, while simple, came out quite nicely.

I put on some of my nicest clothing-- dress pants, a suit jacket, and a white dress shirt-- but do not put on a tie. With my bulk, I usually look too stuffy in such things if I add a tie. I haven't worn one in ages and doubt that I even have one any longer. It is not often that I dress like this, anyway.

As I walk along Main Street, I wish those I pass a Merry Christmas. There is a general air of happiness and warmth even with the weather the way it is. That has oft been the case with Christmas. Generally, it brings people closer together. It reminds us all what it is to be happy around others. Granted, that would not be so for those in poor family situations-- and it is not money of which I refer.

I climb the stairs to the outside door of the apartment above the schoolhouse. Pausing for a moment, I take a deep breath. The peculiarity of this does not escape me. One might think that after all of my years of life I would have grown out of the nerves. Someone else could perhaps. I have not.

My knuckles rap against the door.

[OPEN to Kaeli]

O the rising of the sun / And the running of the deer

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The holly bears a blossom
As white as lily flower
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To be our sweet Saviour
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir

Christmas morning

The sun has risen slowly this morning, white thin light coming through a gap in the curtains. I yawn and turn over. Tess's hair is across the pillow, and I smile and curl into her side, listening to her breathe.

I never really expected to wake up with someone on Christmas morning. Certainly not with a woman. Perhaps the strangest thing is that it doesn't feel strange at all, now. It should, I am sure. We have only been together for a little while. But... I know now that Tess is where my heart has found a home - and oh, the journey here has been so long.

I put my arm around her waist when she stirs.

"Merry Christmas," I say quietly against her hair.

[OPEN to Tess, and then JOHNNY and DAMIEN]

O the rising of the sun / And the running of the deer

[kateohara.livejournal.com]

The holly bears a blossom
As white as lily flower
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To be our sweet Saviour
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir

Christmas morning

The sun has risen slowly this morning, white thin light coming through a gap in the curtains. I yawn and turn over. Tess's hair is across the pillow, and I smile and curl into her side, listening to her breathe.

I never really expected to wake up with someone on Christmas morning. Certainly not with a woman. Perhaps the strangest thing is that it doesn't feel strange at all, now. It should, I am sure. We have only been together for a little while. But... I know now that Tess is where my heart has found a home - and oh, the journey here has been so long.

I put my arm around her waist when she stirs.

"Merry Christmas," I say quietly against her hair.

[OPEN to Tess, and then JOHNNY and DAMIEN]