Cute Christmas Shioriko art chosen as a request.
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I didn’t hate Christmas… I just think some people take it way too far. My neighbors down the street were the perfect example, they always decorated very excessively, and way too early. But I knew that really, they were just a lonely couple who had nothing better to spend their money on. Every year, they would send out invitations to their Christmas party, but no one ever showed up—not that I would ever let myself be seen at such a thing. I definitely wasn’t an expert on Christmas spirit, but surely this wasn’t the way to go.
I thought I was doing just fine—I had a few small gifts prepared for the usual people, and I even put up a few candy canes myself. But for a long time, I didn’t really have anyone to share the holiday with. I had never given someone a real gift—the kind that they could be excited to open, that could express my love and my true feelings. I wondered if that was what it really meant for Christmas to be special...
Before I knew it, it was Christmas Eve. I went over to their yard to take a look. I wasn’t expecting anything, it was exactly what I thought—fake snow, fake grass, fake animals. It just made me wonder why I had even bothered to go over there. But just before I left, I noticed they had left something out on their porch. I didn’t see anyone, so I decided to quickly taste a few of the cookies...
When I awoke in this body, I already knew what I had to do. I knew my gift was nothing special—just a few pinecones that I’d picked up that morning, shoved into a box—but it was appropriate, coming from someone like me. I faced them, stretching out my little arms, trying my best to ignore all other thoughts, trying to keep the innocence of that smile on my face. But it didn’t matter, anyways—I knew the best gift, the one they really wanted all along, was standing in front of them—the little girl they’d always wanted.
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