Gingka will be home for Christmas
Merry Christmas
"Excuse me do you know when the next bus is to metal city?" Gingka asked.
"The next bus should take you there, around 11:30." The bus driver answered.
Gingka thanked the man and stepped off the bus.
"Merry Christmas." The bus driver called.
"You too." Gingka called back.
Gingka sat on the bench and took out his iPhone; calling Madoka.
Madoka picked up, "Hey Gingka, how's it going?" She asked.
"Not good, I won't be home until at least tomorrow." Gingka answered.
Madoka sighed.
"Please be here." She pleaded.
"I will, I promise." Gingka responded.
With that he hung up.
I'll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents under the tree
Gingka blew into his hands and put his iPhone in his pocket. Just sitting there didn't bother him, if he could survive the heat, he could survive the cold as well. In matter of fact the clear glass dome he sat in felt unnecessary.
Christmas Eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
Gingka brushed off the ice on the bench before lying down. In the process he tucked his face into his scarf before it became pink from the chilly Christmas wind.
I'll be home, I'll be home
If only in my dreams
I'll be home, I'll be home
If only in my dreams
Gingka shifted up and gazed up at the fade lights. The colors of Green, red, gold, and blue never looked any better to him.
I'm dreamin' tonight
Of a place I love
Even more than I usually do
(Usually do)
And although I know
It's a long road back
I Promise You
And then Gingka felt a tap on his shoulder.
Gingka looked up to see a man that looked a bit older than him and homeless.
"Oh sorry." Gingka said, sitting up.
I'll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents under the tree
By then it was 11:30 and the bus had came.
Gingka placed a foot forward and then looked back at the man.
Christmas Eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
"You coming?" Gingka asked.
The man dove into his pockets, but no money came out.
Gingka took a last look at the spare change he held in his hand.
"Take it." Gingka said, handing the man the change.
The man starred at Gingka with confusion, but then hugged him.
"Merry Christmas." The man said, letting his grip go.
"Merry Christmas." Gingka responded.
"And happy New Year!" Gingka added, walking off.
"Happy New Year!" The man shouted back.
I'll be home, I'll be home
If only in my dreams