Author: cindyes1

The Vampire’s Christmas

Christmas didn’t warm Benton’s heart any more, but then nothing could. His heart was frozen under the vampire’s curse.

He hurried along the crusty sidewalks, eager to get to work and away from the Christmas Eve crowds. Why did people wait until the last minute to shop? Did they actually like the frenzy? Some seemed to–calling out greetings to passing friends; others grimly fought the crowds as they struggled to fill their lists.

Despite his wide-brimmed hat, snow settled around his neck like a scarf. It didn’t bother him, but his cold skin would never thaw it, so he brushed it away to maintain convention. The gray, snow-filled sky matched his mood. Christmas hadn’t been merry for him for years. Over one-hundred and forty years.

His favorite memories came from his youth, from before the country was torn by the War Between the States . . .

Aunts, uncles, and cousins came to the plantation for the holidays, filling rooms with love and laughter. He thought with longing of racing horses with his older cousin. He seldom won–maybe he had never won–but he longed for the comradery that came with the competition.

There had been dancing in the evening with every room aglow with candles and oil lamps. Nothing in this modern world was as flattering and warm as those fiery lights. Blinking red and green did not appeal to Benton’s sensibilities. The music from those evenings was also more to his taste. There was always a young lady eager to impress with her musical skills on the piano, violin or flute.  They played Handel and Mozart, hymns and reels and dances from Scotland, old familiar tunes with words rewritten for a new world.

And far into the night, the songs and music of the Negroes rang out as they celebrated the birth of the Savior their own way . . .

 

One reason he always volunteered to work Christmas Eve at the radio station was the opportunity to choose the music for the evening program. He filled it with sacred music and songs he remembered from those long-past days. Christmas Day was filled with the most up-to-date popular music, but Christmas Eve he could indulge himself with his own favorites. It encouraged him that it got the most favorable responses of all his holiday programs.

On the other hand, the tastes and smells of the season never seemed to change. Bakeries still turned out pastries and cookies laden with spices and fruits, and he never failed to buy mince pies and shortbread. Mulled cider and eggnog appeared as seasonal offerings in his favorite cafe, and he savored sweet memories with the drinks. Even the radio station where he worked had hot cider pods for the coffee maker, which made a nice change from everlasting cups of coffee.

He tried to keep the spirit of the season. A long-ago memorized passage from Shakespeare often came to his mind:

 

Some say that ever ‘gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour’s birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad;
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallowed and so gracious is the time.

 

He never fed then—not even the little sips that left the victim groggy, but alive. He couldn’t profane the night. It was his gift to the vagrants who were free to stagger through the alleys undisturbed. He spent the day alone and sleeping.

 

This night promised to be different. He had plans to meet a new friend after his shift. Someone his age, at least the age he was when he was turned—the young man who would never age. Deidre asked him to join her for midnight mass. He had said he would think about it—he was repelled by sacred buildings, unable to force himself through some kind of protective field—but he was also touched by her offer of friendship, something he had resisted all these lonely years.

He dawdled after the show, tidying up more than necessary. He fiddled with his clothes, wondering how people dressed for midnight mass this century and if his turtleneck sweater were dressy enough. Finally he shrugged on his coat and headed for the door.

 

Bells rang out from churches all over town, whether they had services or not, but only a few people braved the dark and cold. As he approached the church, the doors opened and the congregation poured out. He spotted Deirdre easily with her red hair flying.

“You came!” she shouted as she ran up and grabbed his arm. “You should have been here for the service, it was beautiful.”

“I can’t explain, but I can’t enter the church.”

“Don’t be silly. It’s open to anyone.”

Benton shrugged.

“Well, you can come in now; the social hall is not the church.”

The hall glowed with silver lights and looked very inviting.

“What do I do?”

“You don’t have to do anything. Just have some cocoa and fellowship and bask in God’s love for a while.”

“That sounds nice.” He took her hand as she led him into the hall.

Maybe he could bask in God’s love for a time. With all the people crowding in, surely there was enough love for him. Still, Benton wondered if he could ever truly return to be one of God’s children, if the curse of the vampire could ever be lifted.

 

 

Would you like to read more about Benton and Deirdre? Do you think a vampire could have the curse lifted? For today only, Perfect Blood Innocent Blood by Cindy Emmet Smith is available free for kindle. Just clock on the button above. Merry Christmas!

 

 

Confessions of a Gift Bag Hoarder

Gift bags are great. No talent is needed to produce a beautiful package—just a casually crumpled spray of tissue paper to cover the gift. Perfect. No fuss, no tape. Even my husband likes them.

They are available in a myriad of sizes and as many prices. Personally I go for the ones at the Dollar Store. You can get multi-packs in all sorts of pretty designs. They seem to be most prevalent at Christmas, but they are available all year round, for any holiday you can imagine.

Here’s the problem. Remember I said no tape? When I am finished enjoying my gift, the bag is still perfectly good. It doesn’t even look used. How can I possibly throw it out? So . . . I don’t. I save it. I save them all. Muahahaha. (I have to add that I used to save particularly nice wrapping paper as well.)

I have bags full of bags. I even have a box full of bags, and a tote on a hangar full of bags. It’s too much. I try to thin them out. I give presents to my friends in gift bags. Unfortunately, if they open them in my house, they give me back the bag! It’s still good! I’m stuck with it forever.

I’m starting to get worried. What if the box breaks or the tote falls off the hangar? The bag of bags could fall over an block the door to the room. I might be buried in bags there for hours before anyone found me. I appreciate it when my daughter needs a gift bag for a friend I do not know. The chance I will get that one back are slim.

I have been looking for a support group with no success. Meanwhile, I try to loosen my grasp and throw out the scuffed ones.

If you need a gift bag, let me know.

Meanwhile, have a very happy Christmas!

 

One More Week

My husband and I are leaving on a trip next week. It has been a bit of a challenge to get organized for a trip and Christmas at the same time but everything is coming together. I think all the shopping is done—I have one more medication to pick up, but all the presents are bought and awaiting wrapping. There is plenty of wrapping paper and tape.

We are planning to have a family Christmas on Saturday with presents and a festive meal. The kids requested Dad’s meatloaf complete with mashed potatoes and peas (my suggestion, I like peas.) We can make it fun without trashing the whole kitchen.

Our son is living with us at the moment, but he has lived far away and has experienced a number of Christmases without Mom and Dad, but our daughter has always lived close-by and this will be her first. She has plans to spend the day with friends and invited her brother. I am sure they will have fun.

This is the first time my husband and I have been away from home for Christmas since we were first married. We will be celebrating our forty-first anniversary on this trip all packed in with Christmas and New Years. I am really excited. We are going to explore new places and see new things and old friends. There will be some time for relaxing in there too!

Right now, I want to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!