Christmas Eve…

Posted on December 24, 2020 by Sue Vincent

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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 was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue  passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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25 Responses to Christmas Eve…

  1. Becky Ross Michael says:
    December 24, 2020 at 20:07

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

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  2. Kathy Lauren Miller says:
    December 24, 2020 at 20:13

    A lovely, heartfelt remembrance of Christmas.

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  4. pensitivity101 says:
    December 24, 2020 at 21:09

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

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  6. trentpmcd says:
    December 24, 2020 at 22:42

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

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  7. quiall says:
    December 25, 2020 at 00:23

    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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  8. Eliza Waters says:
    December 25, 2020 at 02:16

    ❤ Memories 'echoing down the long ages.'

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  9. Sadje says:
    December 25, 2020 at 03:14

    A very moving story Sue.

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  10. Sharon Bonin-Pratt says:
    December 25, 2020 at 09:06

    “…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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  11. memadtwo says:
    December 25, 2020 at 11:41

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

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