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"Christmas Faith" A sigh of relief spread throughout the meticulously disinfected and sanitized room, A shrill siren reverberated against the walls, signaling her entry. The usher of the hour moved to the side of a panting woman, a wriggling bundle in his arms. "It's a girl." The snow landed softly on the ground that Christmas eve. The air was crisp and thin, lightly carried by a chilling breeze. The young mother gazed out of the hospital window, still halfway under the effects of the pain killers. She softly sighed, relieved that her life would regain some sort of normalcy. She groggily turned her head in the direction of the opening door. A plump nurse carefully glides in, carrying a pink adorned doll, who was fast asleep. "What a Christmas Present!" The enthusiastic nurse exclaimed, handing the mother her . The mother groaned through the medicine in agreement, then turned her eyes to the small, round woman. "Can you please send in Jeremy?" "Who?" the nurse turned her head towards the mother, straightening the woman's belongings. "The man who was with me...." Came the Mother's patient reply. The nurse grew somber after a moment, the reality of the situation dawning on her. She opened her mouth to speak a few times, but couldn't quite find the right words to say. "There is no one else here..." The nurse finally said with a heavy sigh. "The man who brought me here.." the mother was beginning to become unnerved. "Oh, the taxi driver?" "pardon?" "The man, who you came with, left shortly after you went into labor. He said he was just a taxi driver, and took off." The nurse blurted out, instantly regretting it. "I am so sorry..." The nurse bustled out quickly, almost to the point of tears for the poor mother. "....No....the father..." the young woman said to the empty room. If the mother cried, she didn't realize it through the drugs, which didn't seem to null the sharp pain in her chest. Shortly, th nurse returned, holding a small, gray, stuffed elephant. "Well...merry Christmas!" the nurse gently tucked the elephant beside the little girl in the mother's arms. The little person eagerly clutched the soft fabric to the best of her ability. "So, have you thought of a name yet?" "yes..." the mother quietly replied. "Well, what is it?" the nurse asked eagerly, leaning on the bed to tickle the infant. "Faith," the mother began stroking the 's head. "And Hope." She motioned to the Elephant, which sadly stared into infinity, a smile sewn onto it's face for all eternity. Part 2. The years passed by, winters came, Christmases passed. Three years since the mother obtained Faith and Hope. The mother quickly became used to a hard life, holding two jobs just to make ends meet. The only joy in her life became seeing her 's smiling face. But she knew that the little girl deserved better than what she could ever give her. Another Christmas ever, another cold night. The long, stony faced mother took the small, unfinished cup of cocoa to the sink in the kitchen of her two room apartment. She reached into the wooden cabinet above the gas oven, her hand groping for a packet of instant coffee. Finding nothing, she drug herself to the fridge, opening it and grabbing herself a coors. She gently sipped it, the familiar cool rush down her throat seemed like a nightly visitor these days. She slowly walked to the door of her 's room, and carefully pushed it open a crack. The mother peered into the room, her daughters face illuminated by the pink night light beside her frameless mattress. Faith still had her "Birthday Princess" crown on her little head, she had refused to take it off, seeing as it was still her birthday until she woke up the next day. The mother slid in and picked Hope up off the floor and placed the elephant next to her Little Faith. She exited the room as silently as she came in, closing the door without so much as a creak. She finds her way to the small, dry rotting bathroom and opens the medicine cabinet, and pocketing a white bottle. As she steps back into the main room, she looks to her pathetic Christmas tree. Instead of a fir, a dieing fig tree sat in the corner of the room, adorned with a single strand of lights, and a few strings of popcorn. How the mother wished that she could have at least one ornament on it, just to show Faith how a Christmas was supposed to be had. She somberly walked over to the light switch, killing the lights on the tree, and returning the room to the pitch dark that could match the cloud resting in the mother's heart. She took the pill bottle out of her pocket, and looked at it for a moment. Soon one hand was on the door and the other on her car keys. Faith awoke to such a commotion that Christmas morning She heard voices coming form the living room, and things outside the house were moving. Naturally, she assumed that Santa Claus had stayed around to wish her a merry Christmas! She HAD been a VERY good girl this year, and her mommy always told her Santa never forgets the good little girls.: She tipped toed to the door of her bedroom, her small, pink nightgown dragging at her feet. She creaked it open and snuck into the living room. Her eyes immediately gazed to the corner, where the Christmas tree was. Or rather, had been. In it's place was a bare wall, and hardwood floor. Immediately the young girl, not yet fully grasping the difference between Christmas, and a Christmas tree, began to say, "Where are you Christmas....Why can't I find you....Why have you gone away....." As tears welled up in her eyes. The world seemed to slow while one of the nearby police officers searching the home began to rush to the little girl, as Hope fell to the dusty floor. Outside, a phone call could be heard. "Yes...Found her on the side of the interstate....possible cause of death...Oxycoden overdose." Where are you Christmas, Do you remember? The one you used to know? -End- The saddest part of this story, is that it could happen. Everyday there is some small out there, who loses everything, but is to innocent to understand why. And every year, thousands of will not be able to experience a good Christmas. During this time when we think of only the gifts that are going under our own tree, and whether or not grandma knitted you another itchy sweater, instead of thinking of those poor , who have nothing, and will receive nothing. This year, I encourage everyone who reads this to go out and donate some of their time to be with some of the less fortunate at a nearby shelter Or, volunteer at a soup kitchen Donate toys, money, whatever, just, try to remember That the reason we celebrate Christmas is because a small, amazing , was born in a manger, with no crib, and died on a wooden cross, so that we might have the ability to be filled with happiness and mirth.  Take care & play safe Josh |
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