I'm doing my Christmas dreaming
A little early this year
No sign of snow around
And yet I go around
Hearing jingle bells ringing in my ear
Your promise must be the reason
The happy season is here
So I'm doing my Christmas dreaming
A little early this year
So I'm doing my Christmas dreaming
A little early this year
A/N: The prologue might be a bit hard to follow, so I'll explain the time thing quickly. Syd's part takes place on about the 17th of December—which is also when Chapter 1 picks up. Vaughn's part is on the 22nd, directly before the main action of the story beginning in chapter 2. Lauren's is on the 24th, and is actually more of an epilogue... but I'm putting it here. Remember, a prologue is designed to set up the action, to get you interested, to make you ask questions... it's not supposed to answer them.
Prologue: Blue Christmas
Sydney's POV
It's Christmas. Yay.
I'm sorry, I know I should be more excited. It's the season of giving, of love and goodwill... but maybe that's my problem. I don't have anyone to love. Did you know that more suicides occur around the holidays than at any other time of the year? All those lonely people, surrounded by happiness and yet feeling like they don't belong... I can understand it.
I'm not going to let myself get down though, not anymore than usual anyway. That's why I'm throwing a Christmas party; I thought it would help me from sitting alone in my house on Christmas Eve, feeling sorry for myself.
It's hard though. The last two Christmases that I remember, Vaughn and I were... well, Vaughn and I. Even though we weren't together, there was that aura of possibility, that delicious feeling of anticipation that fits in so well with the season. Now that's gone, and all I've got under my tree are memories.
Vaughn's POV
Christmas came again. Somehow I feel surprised, the way I did after Sydney died. "It came without boxes, it came without bags..." How can Christmas come without Sydney? Last year it was easier; I'd begun to move on with my life, I was happy with Lauren. It was our first Christmas together and it was... pleasant at least.
This year is different. I can tell it is not going to be pleasant. In a few hours, we'll be leaving for Sydney's Christmas party. I'll have to be there with my wife, celebrating the season with her, when that's not really what I want at all.
So here I am, just like the children in The Night Before Christmas. I too have visions dancing in my head, but they're not of sugar plums, they're of Christmas past and Christmas present, and perhaps even Christmas future. As I lie here next to my wife, my dreams are an odd mash of different Christmas stories, and I can't help but wonder which dream will come true.
Lauren's POV
I can't believe this. I'm sitting in an airport on Christmas Eve... alone. There are millions of people bustling around me, filled with holiday cheer and anticipation. They're flying home to loved ones, anxious to spend the holiday with their families—families consisting of wives and husbands that love each other.
I have none of that. The family I am going to has never wanted me, the family I am leaving no longer needs me. Everything I thought I had has disappeared, leaving me alone.
I'll have a blue Christmas without you
I'll be so blue just thinkin' about you
Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree
Won't be the same dear if you're not here with me
And when the blue snowflakes start fallin'
That's when the blue memories start callin'
You'll be doin' alright with your Christmas of white
And I'll have a blue, blue Christmas
You'll be doin' alright with your Christmas of white
And I'll have a blue, blue Christmas
And I'll have a blue, blue Christmas
And I'll have a blue, blue Christmas.
A little early this year
No sign of snow around
And yet I go around
Hearing jingle bells ringing in my ear
Your promise must be the reason
The happy season is here
So I'm doing my Christmas dreaming
A little early this year
So I'm doing my Christmas dreaming
A little early this year
A/N: The prologue might be a bit hard to follow, so I'll explain the time thing quickly. Syd's part takes place on about the 17th of December—which is also when Chapter 1 picks up. Vaughn's part is on the 22nd, directly before the main action of the story beginning in chapter 2. Lauren's is on the 24th, and is actually more of an epilogue... but I'm putting it here. Remember, a prologue is designed to set up the action, to get you interested, to make you ask questions... it's not supposed to answer them.
Prologue: Blue Christmas
Sydney's POV
It's Christmas. Yay.
I'm sorry, I know I should be more excited. It's the season of giving, of love and goodwill... but maybe that's my problem. I don't have anyone to love. Did you know that more suicides occur around the holidays than at any other time of the year? All those lonely people, surrounded by happiness and yet feeling like they don't belong... I can understand it.
I'm not going to let myself get down though, not anymore than usual anyway. That's why I'm throwing a Christmas party; I thought it would help me from sitting alone in my house on Christmas Eve, feeling sorry for myself.
It's hard though. The last two Christmases that I remember, Vaughn and I were... well, Vaughn and I. Even though we weren't together, there was that aura of possibility, that delicious feeling of anticipation that fits in so well with the season. Now that's gone, and all I've got under my tree are memories.
Vaughn's POV
Christmas came again. Somehow I feel surprised, the way I did after Sydney died. "It came without boxes, it came without bags..." How can Christmas come without Sydney? Last year it was easier; I'd begun to move on with my life, I was happy with Lauren. It was our first Christmas together and it was... pleasant at least.
This year is different. I can tell it is not going to be pleasant. In a few hours, we'll be leaving for Sydney's Christmas party. I'll have to be there with my wife, celebrating the season with her, when that's not really what I want at all.
So here I am, just like the children in The Night Before Christmas. I too have visions dancing in my head, but they're not of sugar plums, they're of Christmas past and Christmas present, and perhaps even Christmas future. As I lie here next to my wife, my dreams are an odd mash of different Christmas stories, and I can't help but wonder which dream will come true.
Lauren's POV
I can't believe this. I'm sitting in an airport on Christmas Eve... alone. There are millions of people bustling around me, filled with holiday cheer and anticipation. They're flying home to loved ones, anxious to spend the holiday with their families—families consisting of wives and husbands that love each other.
I have none of that. The family I am going to has never wanted me, the family I am leaving no longer needs me. Everything I thought I had has disappeared, leaving me alone.
I'll have a blue Christmas without you
I'll be so blue just thinkin' about you
Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree
Won't be the same dear if you're not here with me
And when the blue snowflakes start fallin'
That's when the blue memories start callin'
You'll be doin' alright with your Christmas of white
And I'll have a blue, blue Christmas
You'll be doin' alright with your Christmas of white
And I'll have a blue, blue Christmas
And I'll have a blue, blue Christmas
And I'll have a blue, blue Christmas.