Our First Christmas

Do you guys know how long I’ve been wanted to write a Christmas story?! Since last January that’s when!!

Here we go…

Snow was falling. It was the first snowfall of the year. It was late this year. But Sophie smiled all the same. She knew what this meant. She looked at the clock on her computer. Four more hours until she could finish work and skip merrily to home to Gregg.

How she managed the four hours she had no idea, but she did. She smiled pleasantly at awkward customers, spoke calmly on the phone when people were shouting. All because she was one step closer to Christmas. It was Christmas Eve, and was going to be Gregg and Sophie’s first as a couple living in sin.

Sophie had already planned the day. Morning at her parents for breakfast and gifts while the dinner was cooking. Back to theirs for dinner and their gifts to each other, then round to his parents for the Christmas Tea Buffet and their gifts. Everything was planned with precision timing. But of course something would go wrong, Sophie knew and accepted that fact.

She walked out of the front doors and in the car park was Gregg’s silver Ford. She smiled as she saw his Christmas hat and jumper and the goofy grin on his face. She all but ran over to the car, got in and gave him a quick kiss before he handed her a hat and jumper. She grinned and put them on.

“Are you ready?” He smiled. They had done this last year after the first snowfall and promised to do it again, every year. He cranked up the radio which was pouring out the Christmas tunes and they set off singing as loudly as they could.

They drove around the town looking at all the Christmas decorations that people had put up and took pictures of the busiest ones to remember. Sophie’s mother never put the decorations outside for people to gawp at, she always said Christmas was a family affair and should be shared with family. Not strangers.

The sun had long since set when Sophie’s legs began to itch. She told Gregg she was ready for the next bit if he was. And so they drove to the next stop on their snowfall tour. The town high-street.

They pulled up into the car park and got out, wrapping their coats and scarves around them. Linking hands, they walked to the café, open late for Christmas Shoppers and ordered two speciality Hot Chocolates and sat down.

The two of them couldn’t be more suited. They both looked equally as mad sat in a café with Santa Hats perched on their heads and moustaches of squirty cream on their upper lips, hands wrapped around Santa mugs. Gregg reached over and tenderly wiped the cream off her nose and lip, making Sophie’s heart flutter. The two spoke about their days and memories of Christmases’ past. They drained their mugs and wrapped their coats around them.

Sophie took Gregg’s hand as they walked down the high-street and into the park. The council had put Christmas Lights in the trees to light the way through the park, it was so quaint and lovely and Sophie’s favourite thing about Christmas. It just so happened as they were walking along that they stopped for Sophie to rearrange her scarf.

Gregg offered to do it for her, wrapping it twice around her neck and tying it in front. Ad she had always done. When he tucked the ends into her coat, he tugged the lapel gently to pull her close to him and kissed her gently, softly, lovingly. Sophie pulled away and he gestured upwards with his eyes. They had stopped under Mistletoe.

Snow had begun to fall again as the two walked back to their car. Sophie glanced at her phone. 00.01.

“Merry Christmas,” she whispered as she sat in the car. Shd leaned over and kissed his cheek.

“Merry Christmas to you too,” he smiled. “I guess it’s officially a white one.”


Dear Beanie

Dear Beanie

So, I’m not going to lie. This is perhaps the first time I’ve put pen to paper since I left school. I fear for the next generation. The world is becoming over powered by electricity, computers, laptops, Ipads or tablets are the only things that we use. People sit around the sofa texting each other instead of speaking. I hope that doesn’t happen to me.  I make time to speak to my family. I’m going to start writing more of physical things. Diaries, journals, letters that sort of thing. There is just something personal about a letter written by hand. Emails and texts can be crash and time is not spent telling the people around you how you feel.

I will write soon, but I’m so tired I can’t hold the pen up any longer.

Love me x

Dear Beanie

The subject of this letter is food. I can’t get enough. Food, food, food, food. Burgers and chips, crisps, olives, chocolate. I’m trying to learn how to cook, but I end up eating all of the ingredients before they are actually cooked. I tell you, raw carrots DO NOT help you see in the dark. I’ve lost count of the times that I have stubbed my toe on the bedside table after turning off my light. The only things I can cook at the minute are pasta, toast and beans, and sometimes eggs if I’m on a roll.

My Mum bought me cookery book for my last birthday of ten minutes meals, I have got it out and dusted it off and plan on using it to its potential. Maybe I’ll invited Mum over. Then again maybe not. She may critique it too harshly and I’ll probably end up in tears.

Oh dear! Must dash! My pasta is burning!

Love me x

Dear Beanie

I’m getting fat. I know its supposed to happen as time progresses. I know I can’t complain. Getting fat means I’m healthy. Things are going as they should. I lay here and eat pasta, and beans, and toast and I get fat and I think of you.  I wonder what you look like now. Have you changed since I last saw you? You probably have.

See you soon

Love me x

Dear Beanie

I am so sick of people telling me how great I look. I don’t look great. I’m fat, I’m breaking out, I’m wearing clothes from the ‘larger women’ section. I’m just sick of telling me I look beautiful when I’m wearing Pete’s t-shirt and jogging bottoms and trainers.

Rant over

Love me x

Dear Beanie

Today I may or may not have had a breakdown in the middle of the supermarket because they didn’t have any melons. Pete, who was in the fridge section, had to come and pick me up off the floor where I had collapsed on my knees in despair. I don’t know what happened, one minute I had squatted down to look for melons and the next I was on my knees sobbing.

I just wanted a melon.

Love Me x

Dear Beanie

I’m including a picture in this one. You may not be able to see it properly, but when I see you I will you show you what it all is. Pete signed up for netflix so while I’m off work I wont be so bored. But I will still find the time to write to you. I want you to know me. I hope these letters will help you.

Love Me x

Dear Beanie,

I’m starting to see what all of the fuss is about. I’m feeling healthy, I feel good, I feel happy, I feel alert. But damn I need to pee alot! Although I do miss my heels and skinny jeans, the way I am I don’t think I’ll ever be able to wear them again!

But Maybe you will get to wear them.

Love Me x

Dear Beanie

I’m quite warming to the name. It was just a nickname at first, but now, I quite like it. I think about you often. What do you look like? Do you have blonde hair or brown? Thick or thin?

Oh god! I gotta go!

Love Me x

Dear Beanie

I can’t believe how beautiful you are. You have a round little face, and big blue eyes. Your hair is too thin to see its colour yet, but you have the most beautiful little hands and toes. I’d read all about what would happen but let me assure you that it is NOTHING like the books make it sound. It is agonising and you want to give up, but as soon as I saw your face I completely forgot all about that.

I love you like I’ve never loved anything else before. I can’t remember life before you, I don’t know who I was, but now I do. The name is going to stick I think, Beanie. Pete has warmed to it too.

I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.

I love you with all of my heart

Love Mum.