A Charlie Brown Christmas

Madison’s prompt for this week’s Friday fiction made me sad.

           “Christmas was your favorite time of year.

I hated the holiday. But not you. Every year you’d insist on putting up a damned tree. Had to be real. No artificial tree for you, no sir. I hated it.  Pine needles littered the floor. Jim Cat climbed the branches, tipping it over. You’d laugh.  Every year, The Christmas Story and It’s a Wonderful Life.  Ebenezer had it right—bah humbug!
Strange how your grandfather clock stopped when you passed. Never had the heart to start it again. But I did put up a tree this year. Oh, I know, it’s sad looking and droopy, but then again, so am I.  Next year will be better, I promise. But for now, it’s the best I can do.
Merry Christmas, Winnie, I miss you.”     
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3 Responses to A Charlie Brown Christmas

  1. madisonwoods says:

    My favorite line: "Oh, I know, it’s sad looking and droopy, but then again, so am I."Touching story, Ruth.

  2. Ruth says:

    Jim B, Even after all this time, she is still missed. Shows what a great person she was. They say, "time heals all wounds," but in this case it only dulls the pain.

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