It's December 25th and I am so, so happy!!!
This was going to be up earlier but life happened. Hopefully its not After-Christmas for any of you.
God is very good to us. We always have good Christmases. Even if the weeks before aren't so great Christmas Day itself is always very happy and successful. We're lucky that way.
We had Midnight Mass in our house. We got everything decorated all perty and we sang all the main prayers and it was incredibly beautiful. It was the perfect beginning for Christmas Day. At 5:30 in the morning little children came running into my room, whispering excitedly that is was CHRISTMAS and I had to GET UP!
I was up till 1:30 and got up at FIVE THIRTY you guys.
I really love my little sisters.
After I'd had ten cups of coffee or so I felt ready to have fun. By this time the rest of the family was getting up to. (everyone stayed the night of Christmas Eve so practically the whole family was there in the morning. It was brilliant!!) We lit the Christ Candle on the Advent wreath and sang Joy to the World Just like we always do. Then we randomly sang happy birthday to Jesus. Something we've never done before. I won't lie. It was a little weird. I liked it it was just kind of weird. Cause HAPPY BIIIIIIIRTHDAAAAAAY DEAR JESUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUS! I don't know. It seemed a little weird. But It is His Birthday after all.
|Parker - Leverage|
After welcoming the Christ-Child into the world we all went into the living room and sat around the stockings while my dad passed around delicious buns stuffed with sausage. They were delicious.
I had another cup of coffee.
Then we got down to opening up the Pressies.
OH MY GOSH GUYS I GOT SO MANY LOVELY PRESSIES!!!!
I got all this epic GEEK STUFF!! It was SO FUN!!!!! Mahri got me this lovely TARDIS hat and I got these cool charms that you can hang on your purse or key chains (if you have key chains) and I got Season One of Doctor Who (Courtesy of my friend Jimmy) and I got this cool Arthur Pendragon Necklace (Courtesy of Anna) and this EPIC little TARDIS and Screwdriver and I got two Taylor Swift CD's and a music book to go with them! And I got The King of Attolia!! And Guys I freaking got a Video. Editing. Programme!
SISTERS YOU BE DE BEST!!!
Le me with Taylor Stuff.
Le fabulous TARDIS hat. Hand-made by my fabulous sister Mahri
Le Epic DVD's: Supernatural, Doctor who,
BUCKY!! Winter Soldier)
Le me hugging Epic DVD's tightly, cause they are miIIIIne
Le me with OTP shirt (shipping anything. Anywhere. Anytime.)
I will wear this with honour.
We had Gnocci and Ham and drank lovely drinks and ate lovely eats and altogether had a very relaxing and blessed day. We finished off by watching How to Train Your Dragon 2 which had been a gift to Chloe. That. Hurt.
But enough of sadness. I'm going to post something for you today, something I promised. A CHRISTMAS STORY!!! *drum roll*
This is my first 'short story'
It needs a ton of work.
But I tried my best.
And I promised.
So here you go.
THE SOUND OF THE DRUMS
She was a fine Lassie with wild red hair and a soft, quiet laugh and a smile that made her look the picture of true innocence. She was a sight to behold and she was beheld above all by the young drummer boy dressed in blue with a feather in his hat and a red vest around his shoulders.
Ah he did fancy the lassie. She was so very lovely. She was like a delicate fire flower blowing in the breeze of a new spring morning. There was no single one who caught his sight quite like she did.
Early in the morning he would come by her house, drumming the steady beat into his drum and singing a good morning to the world. The lass would lean out the window and;
“Good morning lass.” said he.
“Good morning drummer boy.” said she.
Down would swing his hat and out would swing his little tin cup and drop, a strand of the lassies fair hair would drop into it.
“much obliged.” would say he. She would close the latch on the window and on would go the hat on his head and off he would trip, humming and drumming and calling “good morning!” into the frost air.
The lassie would lean against the closed window. And smile.
It was late December and the air was close to freezing. The drummer boy was up for his early rounds before the sun came up, whistling and drumming on his drum.
“good morning to all! Good morning to all!”
Out leaned the Lassie, her hair washing down like a waterfall. “Good morning, drummer boy!”
“Would you mind very much if I asked you a question, drummer boy?”
“I would answer you anything, Lassie.”
The window swung shut and the door came open. The Lassie stepped onto the cobblestones.
When she went back in again, the Drummer Boy had gone over all queer and had to sit down to steady his nerves. To think the Lassie would ask him such a thing! Dinner with her family! After all this time... He tapped and anticipative tune on his drum and as the last notes rang out he smiled. Over his shoulder went the merry drum on off he went, whistling gaily to himself.
It so happened that as the next evening fell the wind grew cold and still and the stars were choked by the thick coatings of clouds threatening the soon-coming storm. He pulled on his vest and scarf and swung his little drum into a pack which he placed over his shoulder. He would have to hurry to get to the Lassie on time.
The air was as cold as ever out the doors. The wind picked up and howled in anguish, a terrifying noise to behold. The Drummer boy tucked up his collar and bared his head against the weather. It was an eerie night. He hummed to himself.
The music was taken by the wind and lingered for a minute over a group of young shepherds heading home. They were brothers, these shepherds. They were all good to each other, all but the youngest one who would complain about the cold without stop. He was an idiotic, pain of a child and all the older boys had had just about enough of him.
They were headed home now, talking and laughing and enjoying one another's company. Behind them the Little Shepherd lagged behind. He was angry with his brothers. They had been perfectly brutal to him lately and he thought they deserved some sort of comeuppance. An idea came into his head and he slowed his pace more and more gradually until his brothers dropped out of sight altogether. Then he ducked down behind a tall mound of grass and went still. He would hide for a bit. Give them a scare. When he came home he would have the story for his parents of how his brothers had left him on the hill.
The sun had set and it started to snow. One minute the skies were clear but for a few flurries and the next minute the wind was ripping through the air and the snow was coming down in a shocking state of whir. It spun about The Drummer's eyes without remorse, practically blinding him. He stopped abruptly and shook feathers out of his vision. He had lost the road somewhere. Behind him there was clear cut white and ahead of him it was the same, though with biting wind roaring straight at you instead of against you. The Drummer could feel his nerves beginning to prickle. Had he lost his way? What would he do? He had no lint or lighter, and he couldn't have used either even if he had, for the wind would have snatched it away for its own, leaving him empty-handed.
He couldn't turn around. He knew that would only confuse his direction more. There was only one way to go. Straight ahead. He planted his feet in front of him and started moving forward.
The Little Shepherd was still lying in the grass when he heard the sound. It was strange and sweet beautiful and without a doubt the most terrifying thing he had ever heard. It was singing. Far over the hill their were voices singing, seemingly hundreds of them. The Voices swelled and sent a tremor through his body and a he had an overwhelming feeling that was too much of everything to understand. He lay there, as still as stone, until the feeling passed him by and the world started moving again. Thing were quiet but he was so unsettled that he decided now was the time to start heading home. He had been gone long enough. With an acute sense of unease he started off on his way.
That was when it started snowing.
The Drummer's hands were freezing in his pockets. He couldn't see more than two feet in front of him. He wasn't sure what way he was travelling any longer. He was afraid he had lost his sense of direction entirely and could be heading just about anywhere. One thing was for certain. He had to get out of this cold. He would die if he didn't.
He stumbled on blindly through the white blur. His eyes were fogging over. He'd never felt so cold in all of his life. The flakes piled up around his feet, threatening to bury his footsteps. They wanted to swallow him up.
How queer a thing love is, that even being so far from him she could still feel his struggle. It would seem impossible. But such is the bond of lovers, for in that moment the Lassie started awake in her bed, heart hammering.
She flung open the cabin door and stepped into the snow. Again the sound came, farther off but still there. Out she went. She must go to him.
Her Drummer was in danger.
He was dying. And he was alone.
The world is a different place at night and it is beyond horrifying in the wilds of a hungry storm. The Lassie called her drummer's name but her voice was picked up and flung away viciously and the wind cackled wickedly at her. She shouted back at it, but what did her protests mean to it? She cursed the wind for it's crulty and the snow for its cold and she cursed herself for asking her Drummer out in weather like this. Now he was in trouble, or maybe far worse.
She must find him. She must.
The Drummer had never felt so terribly cold. He nothing more than to lie down and sleep. It took everything in him not to give into this longing. If he slept he wouldn't survive the night. He must put one foot in front of the other. Keep going. That was the way.
He slammed suddenly against something straight in front of him and staggered back. He steadied himself and walked forward slowly, his hands stretched in front. The tips of his fingers scraped bare board. He moved them along the wood and found a door fitting, and then pushed it open. He slid in quickly and shut the door behind him. He found himself in a small stable house. The animals stared at him with disinterest and he waved a friendly hand.
“Hallo friends. Do you mind if I bunk with you here? Nah, I hoped you wouldn't.” He smiled and patted one of the horses kindly. He pulled up a sack and stacked it against the hay. He curled up and tried to make himself as comfortable as he could. He would likely be stuck here for the night, so might as well make the best of it. He was warming up now. He pulled his pack off his shoulder and took the drum from it. He began to play.
Thrum, thrum, thrum. Thrum-thre-thrum-thrum.
Softly did the drum play. Loudly did the wind howl. Swiftly did the music fly.
It flew down and found a young Shepherd hobbled along in the snow. He was sorely regretting his decision to stay behind his brothers. He could no longer see his path and he had never felt such piercing ice in his blood. He was having trouble ignoring the snow which was falling about him. He couldn't see. He couldn't hear and the wind bit through his skin without mercy. He pulled his vest close about him and struggled on. His only hope was to walk out the storm. But his eyes were heavy. It would be so easy to just close his eyes and let the darkness take over. Tears pricked at his lids. If only he had gone with his brothers. He wondered if anyone had noticed he was gone yet. What could they do even if they had? They couldn't come and find him. Not in this. He would die here, and it would be his own fault. He folded his vest tighter about him and squeezed his eyes shut and started a prayer but the words caught in his throat. His tears weld up and slid down his cheeks. The wind moaned a lonely tune in the silence of the night.
Thrum, thrum, thrum. Thrum-thre-thrum-thrum.
His eyes came open. The notes came again. They were soft and almost lost in the wind but they were there. He found the strength to stand. He followed the sound. He followed the sound of the drums.
There were others trying to find their way in this weather. A women sitting upon a donkey, and a man leading the beast and his wife. They were going downhill and had been for several minutes. The were looking for the stable which promised them shelter. They knew it had to be close. The Innkeeper had showed them the right direction not long before now. That was before the snow had started though and know it was hard to see anything now. The Husband knew she could not have the Child in this cold and storm.
The wind howled but then another sound came. It was the sound of drums. He raised his head to them. They were coming from not too far away. Just a little to the South instead of the North. There was nothing else to try. He followed the drums.
The music didn't stop there though, oh no. it went on. On and on the Drummer boy played and somehow the music reached a Lassie, lying down, nearly frozen in the snow. She raised her head. Tears stained her face and she hardly had strength to walk. But she heard Drums. And if she heard drums, then Perhaps …. Just perhaps....She forced herself to stand.
She could hear him! Her drummer boy! She could hear him playing! She tried desperately to catch the notes but the wind kept catching them up, He was alive though, somewhere. She could here him. Where was he?
“Drummer! Drummer!” She screamed out his name. But no one answered her call. There was nothing but drums, drums, drums. She could feel the beat pulling through her. She only had to follow it. Follow the drums. Follow the drums!
Still in the night the Drummer Boy played. Swift went his fingers against the smooth wood. Soft now, now building, now almost inaudible, now growing into a crescendo. His drums were something out of a fairytale. It called to all the travellers lost in the snow that night. It called to the villagers, going home late from their work. It called to the Shepherds sent by angels and to the one brother lost alone in the cold. It reached the husband and wife struggling to their stable and the Lassie, alone in the frosty winter night. They all raised their heads. They all heard the sound. They all followed the music.
Enchantingly did the music float in the travellers hearts. It was leading them all home.
The drums vibrated with such ferocity in the Lassie's chest that she thought she might die from the cause of it. Now she saw something too. A stable. Lit up as if hung with stars. There was singing. Angels were singing to the Drummer drums. The snow did not blow so here, but fell soflty as if caught in it's own time, captivated by the musics magic. Standing there in the stable were shepherds and their sheep, a many villagers who'd lost their way in the storm. It was practically full to bursting there were so many gathered here.
And she saw him. He was sitting in the stable, playing his drum ever so delicately. Sitting at his knee was a lovely lady, behind her a young man and in her arms was a Child. As she watched He extended his arms to the Drummer. The Drummer took him into his arms and the instrument fell from his hands. Yet somehow the music carried on. It grew louder and louder. The Drummer held the child, his eyes bright. He held the Child so gently. So gently. The Lassie ran to him. He saw her and smiled, opening up his arms so she could hold him in hers, crying her thanks that she'd found him alive. The music played on and on and the Drummer's music floated up to heaven. The whole world rung with the Drummer music.
And the Drummer cried.
Now my fingers are getting cold and I want to curl up in my PJ's and fluff TARDIS hat and sleep. I hope you all had a Merry Christmas and I hope you all have a very Merry New Year!! GOD BLESS!!!! PEACE OUT Y'ALL!!!!
*slides off car*