Let us tell you a story ...
• "Awaited" by Dale Nelson (see below)
• "Jack Frost" by Tony Chavira on Minefield Wonderland
• "The Accident" by Thomas Joyce (see below)
• "An Angel Above" by Paul Liadas on The Struggling Writer
• "Näck" by Aidan Fritz on Aidan Writes
• "It Rolls Along, The Unbroken Song" and "Moriah" by Loren Eaton on I Saw Lightning Fall
• "When Will Santa Come?" by Craig Scott on CS Fantasy Reviews
• "While You Sleep" by Simon Kewin on Spellmaking
• "My Watch Says It's Christmas" by Lester D. Crawford on Lester D. Crawford Blog
• "A Long Mile Confession" by Jackie Jordan on Let's Hear It!
• "Faces" by Giora Polushko on Giorap.com
• "After" by S.D. Smith on SDSmith.net
• "Who’s That?" by Michael Morse on Rescuing Providence
• "Believe" by Michelle Davidson Argyle on The Innocent Flower
• "The Rift of the Magi" by Josh Vogt on Through A Glass, Darkly
• "How The Helper Earned His Price" by B. Nagel on B. Nagel
• "Philadelphia (In Old City on Christmas Eve)" by Jason Evans on The Clarity of Night
• "Incarnation" by Chestertonian Rambler on The Winding Road to Roundabout
• "The Escape" by Elizabeth Gaucher on Esse Diem
• "Dopamine" by Ollwen Jones (see below)
• "The Road North by Scott GF Bailey on Six Words For A Hat
• "Untitled" by Donna Hole on Donna Hole
• "Goddess Bless Us, Every One" by Nathaniel Lee on Mirrorshards
• "Untitled" by SzélsőFa on Gondolatok az erdőben
by Dale Nelson
No choice ...
So he looked over the well's lip.
That face looking up at him.
("Awaited" copyright 2011 by Dale Nelson; used by permission)
by Thomas Joyce
Surrounded by the Christmas presents that our son should have been feverishly opening the following morning, I tried to tell my wife about the accident. I explained how he had begged to sit up front with me and how he'd fidgeted. When she refused to turn from the window I cried that I might have a broken rib given the pain in my chest, and that I'd only had four beers. She turned and looked straight through me to where our son, wrapped in a blanket and comforted by a paramedic, now stood, and the cold darkness finally claimed me.
("The Accident" copyright 2011 by Thomas Joyce; used by permission)
by Ollwen Jones
Marianna sat at the kitchenette, a second pill in her wrinkled, palsied hand. Dopamine, or a reasonable replacement. Too little of it slurred her speech and kept her feet from obeying.
This time of year she missed Bill most of all. A second pill.
After a while, there he was, smiling silently across the table at her, just as last year.
Soon she eyed her pill bottle. How many to join him? He stared sternly at her for a moment, then turning, smiled dotingly at all the photos of grand-children on fridge.
No. Of course not. Not on Christmas Eve.