Joseph at Lillie-Put has added a twist to 2021’s Home Photo Challenge: “a brief description of each photo … and a Haiku to go along with it.” Sounds good! Join in.
Cheerful mug outlives
Two Christmases, keeps good will
In this “MRS.” heart.
Because of governmental lockdowns, we are all living in “prisons” now. But that’s no reason not to reach out each other in any way we can. Especially now at Christmas, the jolliest and the loneliest season of all.
Written for Rochelle's Friday Fictioneers Genre: Realism Word count: 100 words PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Click on the frog and join in the fun!
When Christmas Comes
As a child, Christmas decorations made her sick with excitement. Now they made her sick for those gone missing since the lock-down. They showed up in little boxes the home projected onto a screen, but she knew they were impersonators. She watched, but refused to speak to those teary-eyed strangers. Her own family was naturally cheerful, even boisterous. “Lord, where are they?” Every day she recited their names, rolling them in her mouth like hard candy. Every day there was less of them to remember. But Christmas came. Her heart burned. There was a Light to investigate in the heavens.
Envision the perfect gathering, would you, of Christmas love and camaraderie spread profusely into every inch and corner of your assembly? Imagine, if you can, you as Santa clad in Christmas cheer greeting one and all in bubbly abandon and not a frown of discontent or “Bah, humbug!” encountered. I dare say it’s more likely that your perfect picture will give way to this: Santa in Civitas in the Aristotlean sense, that is, Santa in the ultimate natural community surrounded by the sweet, the rotten, the bittersweet, the sour, the tasteless and the cloying.
This Jolly Beggar 