A Real Christmas
By Vicki L. Dillon
Published by Vicki L. Dillon at Smashwords
Copyright 2011 Vicki L. Dillon
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“The Christmas tree is not straight.” Morgan said. “Well, slant the tree to the other side then.” Julie laughed. Morgan sat down her glass of wine on the coffee table and stepped back further. Julie sat her glass down on the end table and stumbled over the rug and stepped over by Morgan. They both tilted their heads to the left and Morgan started laughing and said, “It looks straight to me.” Julie said, “Well, all we have to do then is walk around like this for a few days.” Morgan began to walk towards the kitchen and Julie plopped down on the couch. “Want some more wine?” Morgan asked. “No, I’m good, I’m gonna have to drive home and I want the road to look flat” Julie answered. “Well, I believe I shall imbibe a bit more and enjoy the holiday spirit before the crap begins” Morgan said with a waver in her voice. “Girl, slow down with that stuff. For a girl who only drinks in the Holiday season, you have 10 days to catch up for the year, take it easy.” Julie whisked. “Screw that, said Morgan, I have to spend money I don’t have, I have to keep up appearances and be the freakin’ jolly damned elf.” “Uh, oh, said Julie, time for you to put it down, you are getting to be an angry little elf.” Julie stood up, walked over and bent down to take the drink from Morgan who was sitting in the chair. She walked in the kitchen poured the drink into the sink and grabbed the chateau bottle and poured the contents down the sink as well. “No more for you tonight my dumplin’ elf.” Julie said walking into the living room. She looked over at Morgan who was sound asleep in the chair. She grabbed the afghan off the back of the couch and covered her sister. “Little girl, you still have a lot to learn.” Julie whispered as she gave her sleeping sister a kiss on the top of her head. Julie grabbed her purse and her coat, opened the front door and locked the door behind her before pulling it shut. Julie walked out to her car and noticed a Santa begging on the street corner. She thought to herself about Morgan, I wish she would get out of this neighborhood before it eats her alive. She noticed the Santa was stumbling as she got into her car and locked the doors. She put her key in the ignition and started the car. It was only nine o’clock pm. Julie put the car in gear and began to roll out of the area she hated so much. She drove twenty minutes before she arrived at her home in the suburbs. She pulled the car up into the driveway, grabbed her garage door clicker and pushed the button. As the garage door started opening, she pulled the car in to its familiar spot for the night. She sat there thinking about her sister and how sour she always became at Christmas time. It wasn’t about the spirit of Christmas anymore to Morgan; it was that Christmas had become so commercialized and it made Morgan angry and Julie knew it. Julie knew many people were angry about how commercialized it had become. No one took a stand or said anything to where anyone else would hear. Julie was one of those people. She thought she would have to figure this out and make a difference at some point, for people like her sister Morgan who didn’t enjoy it anymore. People didn’t have time to be bothered with other people; they are too busy out there trying to outdo their neighbors or family members. Each year, Julie saw people going way beyond their means to be in this race of some kind, when it should be about caring and giving of your heart, not giving of the almighty dollar bill.