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such thing as a Christmas story (! Off Topic!)

I recently a short story have written about "Christmas", I thought there's nothing wrong with it veröffetlichen to them.

Now I'm back and forth about it and many have come to the decision they came to post in my blog, even if it is off topic and has nothing to do with Japan.

all which they choose to read it: I will not take too much ahead, but if you just happy mood, and since they do not want to let you take should you read it maybe a different time.
Otherwise, have fun with the face, I think I have enough space for freedom of interpretation left, I hope.

frozen smile

The last chocolate has been stolen from the box with the number 24 and gets it.

A good taste. Chocolate early in the morning, Mara always reminded at that time.

When she was still a small child she could always wait in the morning you open the box, just curious what form the milk chocolate because today would have.
The best was in the days before Christmas probably that these 24 days, the only ones a year, where Mara's mother allowed her in the morning to snack chocolate.
but then quickly to brush your teeth!

made exactly the Mara today.

Immediately afterwards she put on a pot of tea.

it was not long and the apartment was filled up in every corner of this wonderful cinnamon odor, like mother used to be.

with a hot cup of tea is Mara sat at the window watching the falling snow.

addition to the nostalgic feeling which triggered the tea in her squeezed unfortunately it also Mara's concerns in all their thoughts.

At Christmas it was always bad, on such day, she thought, especially on everything that had lost it, and what never returned.

But she struggled with her painful memories and tried to look forward to visiting her family today.

your mama and her little sister!

Fortunately, Mara had bought the gift for her sister in November, otherwise they would also have to show up empty-handed because it was short on cash this month.

It was a Winnie the Pooh card game.

stood on the pack +5 what Mara had at first overlooked. Her sister was only 4 years old, but as smart as the little girl was, Mara was in good conscience that they also play the game already was.

Maras eyes wandered over the smiling bear on the game box.

How happy this looked drawn orange spot yet.

She remembered the earlier one or the other cartoon shows of Winnie the Pooh have seen.

Somehow this big bear more of the puzzle solution, no matter what Mishap, he groped his way, he always came out of there. With the help of his many friends, of course.

Mara had previously also had such friends, whether it be the luck of Winnie the Pooh Bear would have had?

What a nonsense but it went through my head.

She shook off her tangled thoughts and doing what they had to be done in order to get on the road can.

It was already dark as Mara finally arrived. Finally, it was a long way from her home to her native city.

The new home had their family At first glance, somewhat unfriendly, but the fact that many different flowers makes color Mara felt a little more welcome.

a smile on the face of the girl, but a wrong is not very honest smile, but she tried to let it be real:

"Hi Mom, I'm sorry I'm late. I hope Clare does not sleep yet! "

A tear broke away from Mara's eyes, leaving a wet trail on her cold cheeks.

The colored wrapped gifts landed in the snow.

played in her head suddenly from the last Christmas with her family.

The fireplace crackled the pleasantly to herself and her mother was cooking the tea while Mara is enjoyed with biscuits stuffed full and the atmosphere. She remembered her little sister's eyes shone with unwrapped a gift after another, and it looked as innocent as an angel.
"Such a young man can not smile without it being a fake smile" .. what was it then went through the head and caused a warm feeling in her stomach.

And back in the here and now ....

was in contrast to their memories damn cold here, Mara felt like the wind through her clothes and crawled freeze it lies.

She knelt down next to the gift were left which was now almost entirely covered in snow already, leaning on the large heavy stone on her right and closed his eyes.

So they stayed, probably ... hours.

As every year, a common Christmas with the family.

There is already light as another smile played around her mouth was.

If one describe her smile now, it would be like the smile of her little sister ... the smile of a child .. honest-hearted and beautiful.

(c) May

The story was created by a confused dream. All the characters are fictional!
I'm not the strongest story writer, and it may be that the odd spelling error has crept into the story.
It is just a hobbie that I enjoy: D