“It twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature stirred, not even a mouse. The kids were asleep, all snug in their beds.
But then came a thud, and a crash and a wallop, and what would come out the chimney that night, but a big green gabbop”
Josie had went to say something, but Rhys had put his hand up to stop her, none of us knew what a gobbop was, but for rhyming purposes, it worked, and after a look, the both of us let it slide,
“Now, it’s not the Grinch my young Jose, but something stranger than him, and, with a clatter and a bang, he got to his feet, and across the carpet he strode, no room for his beat -” he went to shake his shoulders, as if he was going to start dancing, but Jose stopped him,
“Your terrible at rhyming” she said, “It started off okay” she felt the need to tell him, “But I don’t think it makes much sense anymore”,
“It’s a story about zombies at Christmas, of course it doesn’t” Rhys had said before he’d wriggled his butt in the cushion dramatically and turned his head up, continuing with his story;
‘He stumbled up the stairs, they thought it twas the cat, but she hissed at the bottom, she wanted none of that. And in to the girls room, the green thing did go. And, with a scream and a clatter, they were gone without a matter.
‘The parents, they rushed in, all sad and crying, proclaiming to the police, their kid was kidnapped and dyying”, Jose smiled, leaning her head on her shoulder, “But, no evidence they found, except for a red pound. And, on and on, it went, till new years came around” Josie had lied down now, her head resting on her hands, “The mother went searching, looking high and low. And, finally, she found her, all meekly and slow. She was pale and sick, and not a word was said. The mother knew best, so over she went. The dad found them later, both stood outside the door” Rhys gestured to the front door and it made the hairs on my arms prickle, “He thought he would join them, but they ate him instead!”
Josie laughed then – I don’t know if that’s a good thing, considering what the whole thing was about – but it made her belly laugh, like properly laugh, and she hadn’t done it for so long that I didn’t consider how terrible the story was.
But then, I guess; in this world, where people kill people, and the dead kill people too, you need to laugh, you need to be happy every now and then, because, without it, what’s the point? What’s the point of living in a world like this if you can’t?
Rhys had smiled, and then, he’d pulled out a badly wrapped present from behind his back. Josie’s little eye’s had lit up and she looked almost scared to take it, but Rhys put it in to her hands and told her to open it.
It had only been a coloring book and some old crayons, but Josie had loved it, and from the time she was given it, to the time we sat down – for perhaps one of the best Christmas dinners I’ve ever had out of a tin – she never put it down, and, even after that, as we lay content and full, she colored until she fell asleep.
It was and, perhaps, always will be, the best ‘Apocalyptic Christmas’ I’ll ever have.
I’m not sure if this worked the way I wanted it too, but, if anything, it was nice to write it out, and perhaps, it’s given you a little insight in to the dynamics of these three characters from my NaNoWriMo project!
And, also, I’d like to wish you a very Merry Christmas, or a very happy Monday!