Smorgasbord Christmas Party – Guest Sue Vincent – Short Story – Christmas Lights

My thanks to Sally Cronin at Smorgasbord for having me (and the small dog) over to her Christmas Party. If you haven’t visited the party yet, there are some wonderful guests and stories to party

My guest to the party is an author, poet and blogger who fascinates us with stories of ancient Britain and spiritual markers on our landscape left behind by our ancestors.. and then she will allow her co-author Ani.. a small black dog to take over for the day and teach us humans some manners.  More about both of them later. But first a poignant short story… Christmas Lights by Sue Vincent.


Christmas Lights – Sue Vincent

“I must be mad.” A wry smile played amongst the wrinkles as she heaved the top half of the faded tree into place. Not a large tree… about the same height as its owner. Taller, probably, these days, she thought. She had always struggled with the damned thing. Why today? She cursed herself for an idiot, laughed at herself… a fine picture in her nightie putting up a Christmas tree no-one would see. Except her, of course. She would know.

So many times she had dressed this tree and carefully packed it away again. Every year for over half a century. Gawd but that sounded a long time. Somehow, at this end of life it didn’t feel it. But the children had grown and had homes of their own now… trees and children of their own. There had been the year when no-one came… and there is nothing sadder than a Christmas tree no child will see. She hadn’t bothered with the tree after that; not for a long time. Why she had decided to drag it out this year she would never know.

Boxes littered the floor; scraps of tarnished tinsel, the inevitable sparkle of old glitter and dust motes. She straightened the branches, bending their ageing wire into some semblance of order. The thing looked a sorry specimen, after all. Years of use and longer years in the cupboard under the stairs had taken their toll. “Should have left it there.” Her voice broke the silence that hung in the air. Too much silence, she thought.

In the bottom of the box she spied the old CD in its dog-eared sleeve …old favourites. Would it still work? They would make her cry… they always did… but what the hell. The machine groaned and creaked as she pressed ‘play’ and the crooner oozed into the familiar song. She could never hear it without tears welling unbidden; even in the supermarket. That and the damned chestnuts roasting … got her every time, they did. Ah well, she had memories for every note … she pressed repeat. It could keep playing.

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She has written a number of books, both alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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12 Responses to Smorgasbord Christmas Party – Guest Sue Vincent – Short Story – Christmas Lights

  1. Mary Smith says:

    Loved this when I read it on Sally’s blog. Wonderfully emotional story.


  2. quiall says:

    That had me in tears! It is like I was back in my past, remembering . . . . Thank you.


  3. This is a very beautiful story. I have been collecting Christmas tree decorations since I got married 17 years ago. I have also kept every decoration my boys have made over the years. As a result our tree is packed with memories just like the one in Sue’s story.


  4. rivrvlogr says:

    That’s a very special story, Sue – heart-tugging.


  5. I love this story so much. You had me all the way. You’re a beautiful writer. 🙂


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