This is a short little Christmas fic I wrote. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer- No $, own nothin’.
Archivers- Go ahead. Just tell me! I don’t care if it’s a month after
it’s up, I just want to know where all my fics are.
Rating- MV, little A,
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White Christmas
by Lauren Hodill
Jessie sighed as she poured herself another glass of eggnog. It was her
first Christmas away from her family, and it wasn’t going to be easy. At
the moment she was in Berkeley, going to school at UC Berkeley. As she
padded back into her office her CD player made a whirring sound as it
switched disks. A familiar song began to play softly.
“I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow”
She smiled as she remembered the many times when she was younger,
waiting up late into the night with Jonny waiting for Santa Claus to
come. They never could stay awake much past 11.
“I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write”
She pulled her unfinished Christmas cards out of the drawer and began
to write one to her family in Maine. She remembered how beautiful
Christmases there were. Everything looked magical, shining white, and
the smell of pine in the air...
“May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white”
She looked at the pictures on her desk, her gaze stopping at one that
showed two 7 year old kids grinning crazily and having a snow ball
fight. Her and Jonny.
“I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your be white”
She hummed the last notes of the song to herself, and sighed again.
Looking out her window at the sunny view, palm trees lining the street,
she knew that this was not going to be another happy family Christmas.
If only her extra credit classes didn’t run through break, if only she
went to a school in the east, if only the Dragonfly hadn’t blown up in
that explosion... she shook herself, knowing that she shouldn’t think
that much about it. Signing her name with a flourish, she placed it in a
large white envelope, and began to write the address she knew so well.
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Anaya Zin
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