Since I don’t think I’ll be inspired to write any Xmas related stories this year, here’s one I wrote last year. If you haven’t read it already, then it’s new to you. I hope you enjoy.
December 25th 1930
Samuel Chilton lay beside his wife as the sound of children echoed throughout the tenement building. One of these days, one of those shrieking high voices would be his and perhaps he wouldn’t mind it at all. The faint sound of the Millers’ radio permeated the bedroom with the irresistible strings of George and Ira Gershwin’s “Embraceable You.” He was almost tempted to shout out to Hal Miller to raise the volume up slightly so that it might wake Sandra up and perhaps they could have a quick dance. Instead he lay there watching her sleep resisting the temptation to stroke her fine black hair that adorned her pillow almost artistically. Any minute she’d wake up and he’d have to bid her farewell although not for as long as the average day. She’d no doubt protest about the fact that it was Christmas Day, but a…
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