Christmas Eve…

christmas candle

There is a story on the radio… some ghostly tale or other. I never really understood why we tell ghost stories at Christmas. I know it is traditional, but I was never sure how far back it went. I’d done a bit of research once, but that took it only a few hundred years. I had often wondered if it went back even further, to the dark, wild nights when firelight cast a safe circle against the dancing shadows. It is easy to imagine strange creatures when the shades claw their way up the walls, especially when the bonds of conscious thought are loosed by the ember glow.

The story ends and is replaced by Christmas carols. Looking around the room, everything is ready. Presents wait, all wrapped under the tree, mince pies dusted with sugar… a carrot for Rudolph and a glass of sherry for Santa, to keep out the cold. It’s a good job he doesn’t have to worry about drinking and driving… one of the perks of being a magical figure, I suppose.

She hasn’t seen me come in. I watch as the tears fall in silence. Tears… yes, Christmas brings old memories. Smiles, too… but tonight, just the tears. I want to offer comfort to the quiet figure on the sofa, but I don’t know how. The dog looks at me, expecting me to help somehow, then turns away, laying his head in her lap. My hand stretches out to her shoulder… but I cannot reach her. All I can do is hope that the love that is my very being can be felt. That she knows I am here, loving her still. Tonight, I know why we speak of our ghosts at Christmas… called by love, it is the night we come home.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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25 Responses to Christmas Eve…

  1. Tears in my eyes, too. This is so very lovely, Sue.

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  2. A lovely, heartfelt remembrance of Christmas.

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  3. Tears are threatening here too Sue. So many people will be alone this year ❤

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  4. trentpmcd says:

    Great story. Maybe we do need another Christmas ghost story or two…

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  5. quiall says:

    That is not a tradition I knew about but it makes me think of Christmas past and yes the ghosts that inhabit my memories. I shed tears for them. That was lovely Sue.

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  6. Eliza Waters says:

    ❤ Memories 'echoing down the long ages.'

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  7. Sadje says:

    A very moving story Sue.

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  8. “…called by love, it is the night we come home.” This story brought on my tears. For so many, Christmas is what used to be, and what is, is not enough. A lovely story.

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  9. memadtwo says:

    I think all our ghosts are with us on such nights. Thanjs for the reminder. (K)

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