Small Christmas oneshot/slight songfic, slightly early, but, who cares? do not own the song, or CSI
"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost nipping at your nose" the soft voice was barely heard over the yells from the other room.
The girl leaned her head on her arms as they sat folded on the window sill. Drowsy eyelids threatened to close over large, brown eyes. The girl shook her head to vanquish any thoughts of sleep, a continued her moon-lit vigil.
"Yuletide carols being sung by a choir, and folks dressed up like Eskimos" she continued to sing.
A loud yell that pierce the air around her did more than the movement had. The past year had been so hard on all of them; they had never fought during Christmas before. They had always tried so hard to get along during the holidays, but since her mother had stopped her treatment, nothing had been the same.
"Ev'rybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe, help to make the season bright" she continued under her breath.
She lifted her head to keep both tears and sleep away. It was bad enough when they fought during the rest of the year, but during Christmas? And over the smallest thing? Did it really matter who put the topper on the tree?
"Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow, will find it hard to sleep tonight."
She had told them that it didn't matter, that Santa didn't care who put the topper on the tree. She just wanted to have a fun Christmas. 'Look at what you've done,' her mother had yelled at her father. 'The girl still believes in Santa.'
"They know that Santa's on his way. He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh."
A tear finally fell from her eye. That had really made her father mad. 'She's just a kid, let her have something to believe in' her father had replied. Her mother had laughed. 'She's seven, she needs to grow up.' The girl had fled from the room at that point.
"And ev'ry mother's child is gonna spy, to see if reindeer really fly."
She didn't want to believe them. Could Santa Claus really be fake? No, he had to be real, how else would she get her presents? If he wasn't real, there would be no magic that made her parents nice on Christmas.
"And so I'm offering this simple phrase, to kids from one to ninety-two."
She looked at the Santa picture she had colored in school. Was he really a lie? Was there really not a toy workshop at the North Pole with elves, and a jolly old man? More tears tries to roll down her face, but she quickly whipped them away.
"Although it's been said many times, many ways, Merry Christmas to you."
They were fighting. There was no magic. There was no Santa. She left the window, and crushed the picture before throwing it into the trash.
"And so I'm offering this simple phrase, to kids from one to ninety-two. Although it's been said many times, many ways, Merry Christmas to you."
Hope you like it, hope you know which character it was. And to those who do not celebrate Christmas, Happy Hanuka, Kwanzaa, and a very happy new year!
