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.”


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