To continue where we left of yesterday.
Christmas Story 2015 2
“I never left Tommy! This house, this orphanage was all Old Mary had and I never had a place to go to.
The decision was made on that same day I talked about. We sat near this fire when the window blew open and a white rabbit hopped in. Soft like fresh fallen snow it fluttered across the floor, landing between us. The wiggle of the nose and the red eyes stared at me before it melted away from the hearth’s heat.
Magic does happen during Christmas and it had us both gawking silently at the small water puddle, right before we started smiling and crying. It sure was the funniest thing how we both expressed to opposite emotions at the same time.
For some reason we couldn’t get a hold of our scrambled thoughts of reality and illusions.
But Old Lady Mary had already stood up and shuffled over to the window to close it but instead stood there silently gazing to the sky. She told me, it happened once before and it reminded her why she started this home for the lost children. A sharp cold breeze blew the curtains lightly.
I didn’t get the entire story but she was crying, missing her first boyfriend, fiancée or husband who stood by her for so long during the start but had to leave so sudden.
Some of the things she said after, helped me determine what I wanted to do. To continue this home in her honour. She taught me to cook and take care of myself. I am forever grateful.”
Tommy rubbed his eye with his face turned away from Leona. “Why have I never met her, I been here the longest.” He snickered.
Her cold trembling fingers find Tommy’s hair and mess it up with a firm rub. “True but there were more before you. She passed away about a month before you came wrapped in a blue blanket with a white rabbit stitched on it. You was only a baby than and I just turned 20. This is my home, our home. So what do you think, shall I teach you to take care of yourself as well. Make our own Christmas dinner.”
“Neh, I am a man so I be making the money when I grow older.” Straightening his hair and being as macho as he could be at his age.
Leona smiled out loud at his reaction. And poured a new cup of tea from the pot.
–Good time as any to take a sip of my cocoa nice and hot, a cookie that crumbles in my beard it happens a lot. So much had happened with stars shining bright, magic gathering all through the night.
I can go on telling the story she told but it won’t say a word of the letter and the truth is holds.
Uhhumm uuuh hummm.
Sorry about that. Let me continue.
As I receive so many letters with dreams to come true. Tommy’s was also like many with one exception he never asked anything for himself. He even wanted his presents that might have been his to be given to his family, the orphans that had left his home. He was the oldest, the longest there and took care of the littles when they felt alone.
He had a good heart that much I can say, even now when the others are on atrip away. Leaving behind him no one wanted.
Yes let me explain a new home was build nearby the towns hall so no more need for Leona as it would be run by the council. During their holiday the move would be done it was all taken care of except for the one.
It is sad that hear two were not wanted and understanding the reasoning and the fear that had him haunted.
But let’s continue the story as he turned around and they started cooking making the best of what they have and have a Christmas dinner. Tommy learned how to cook in those couple of days and Leona was smiling and happy with his stirring the pot in clumsy ways
That is until the bell rang and a new story unfolds.
“Who could that be on a day like this? Would you mind opening the door Tommy?”
-“Maybe we can still have Christmas with my friends.” Tommy looked happy and rushed to the door. Turned the key and slipped the of the chain.
A cold chilling wind blew fresh snow into the old house as he opened the door with a smile. Eyes wide open when he saw a figure standing in a long raincoat in front of him. The man stopped watching the lights that were living up the block across the river. People laughing and singing and he turned around to see a young man in his best ragged clothes and a flower smudge across his face.
“I am so sorry to ring you door bell but something incredible happened…”
-“Tommy who is it, don’t keep the door open to long it is cold enough as it is. Tommy…?”
“Oh is that your mother?”
-“I don’t know you. And she is Leona.” Wrinkled forehead eyes half closed Tommy stared back at the man.
Under his coat he had some nice shiny shoes dirty from snow. His head moved back and forth to peek through the gap of the open door. His expression was sort of flustered, and shy. With a body that moved nervous as if he had expected something or someone else.
“What you want?” Tommy asked again, ready to close the door in the man’s face.
-“Tommy, would you mind closing the door already.”
Leona stuck her head out of the kitchen and stared down the hall into the eyes of this man. Her body started to move on her own, with her hands rubbing in a towel she walked over to the door and stood next to Tommy. Crabbing on to his shoulder. “Who is this man Tommy?”
“Don’t know he didn’t say.”
-“My apologies for not introducing. The name is Richard T. Grande. I… I somehow…”
In that very moment Leona saw a twinkle in his eyes. Something she had seen before in Old Mary and made her heart run faster. A warm feeling made her blush and twinkle herself with a colourless pearl balanced on her eye lashes.
To be continued…