I promised to write a Christmas story and here it is. I wish you all a merry Christmas and a happy new year 2003!
CHRISTMAS IS THE TIME OF THE YEAR...
"Hey! What's up?" Logan looked at Max who stood in the middle of his computerroom, dishelved and tired.
"People are freaking out. I don't think I've ever delivered so many packages. Even I am exhausted."
"It's Christmas time, Max." He smiled at her.
"I don't get what that is all about anyway."
"Are you trying to say you've never celebrated Christmas?"
"Nope. Why should I?"
Max, this is tradition. It's...it's ...I don't know, it's just something..."
"See, you can't explain it either. I am better off withut it. I mean it's all about buying presents for no reason. I can see why you get presents for your birthday, but Christmas..."
"It's Jesus Christ's birthday."
"I know, but this is not why people celebrate. Honestly, I don't get what is so special about it."
Suddenly Logan's eyes lit up and he sat up straighter in his chair. "Let me show you. We are going to celebrate Christmas."
"We? Why?"
"Because I'm sure you are gonna love it."
"I don't know Logan..."
"Come on."
She saw the sparkle in his eyes. She hadn't seen that in quite some time. He was still so occupied with feeling desperate and angry, and pitying himself.So she decided that if that was what it took to make him happy, she would do it – for him.
"OK. Why not."
"Great."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Christmas Eve's tomorrow. How long do you have to work?"
"Half past two."
"Good. Just come over afterwards. We can get a Christmas tree."
"Do we really need that? It's so much trouble."
"We do. Trust me."
"Aiight. Whatever you say. Later."
"Later." Logan shook his head when he heard the door bang shut and smiled to himslef. He'd been afraid of spending Christmas alone. He had been alone a couple of times, and he hadn't really cared, he hadn't bothered to get a tree or give Christmas a second thought. Eyes Only had always been busy around that time, so he had had a good excuse not to think about anything. But this year he had felt like grief was consuming him and he had been afraid that he wouldn't make it through the holidays unharmed. Too much had been going wrong in his life. Now he was even looking forward, as long as Max would be with him, he was going to be fine.
**
"Logan!"
"Hi. Right on time." He wheeled out of his bedroom, wearing a pair of jeans and a blue and white woolsweater which made him look incredibly cozy and accented his blue eyes.
"Yeah. Normal's been nice for once."
"That's the spirit of Christmas. Let me grab my jacket and we'll be off." He wheeled himself to the island counter in the kitchen to grab his jacket. Max giggled when he put a woolen cap on his head.
"What?"
"Nothing...let's go. Where can we get a tree anyway?"
"South Market. Hope the still have some nice ones left."
**
"Oh god, it's crowded."
"I told ya people are going crazy."
Logan managed to find a parking lot, big enough for him to get out of the car. Despite that he was already about to ask Max to get the tree without him. But Max didn't even notice his hesitation. "Come on!"
Max automatically stepped in front of Logan and fought her way through the crowds, leaving it up to him to use the path she'd created. Old-fashioned Christmas songs drifted through the air and the stands were decorated. As the sun slowly sank it got cold and Logan chided himself for having forgotten gloves. His hands felt numb with cold already.
"Here we are. Choose one." He out his hands between his thighs, trying to warm them.
"I don't know..." Max looked around insecurely. There were couples with kids looking for trees, others holding hands and smiling happily. She looked at Logan for a second and suddenly she felt a wave of admiration pass through her, and more than anything else she felt normal and secure. She liked the feeling.
"This one. What do you think?"
"Yeah, looks great to me."
Logan paid and Max grabbed the tree.
"I still need to get some stuff, we should've waited with buying the tree. Sorry."
"No big dealio. You do your thing. Tree's not too heavy."
Logan nodded. Once again, he's forgotten about Max's special strength.
He found what he was looking for, includinga turkey, potatoes, vegetables and chocolate and some other things he needed.
"Done." In silence they fought their way back to the car.
"Great." Logan took a deep breath to control his anger and frustration. This had started to perfectly well. A truck had parked next to the Aztec, leaving no room for Logan to open the door wide enough to be able to transfer.
Max understood immediately. "Looks like I get to do the driving fo once." She expectantly knocked on the back of the car for Logan to open it. Then she stored away the tree and Logan's purchases while he still tried to calm himself.
The she held out her hand for the keys. There was nothing he could do, and he didn't want to get into a fight in front of all those people. There were enough stares as it was.
He watched Max start the car and pull out of the parking lot. Then he wheeled up to the driver's side, but Max pretended not to notice what he was up to.
"Get in the car. You're freezing."
"Max..."
"Come on. Lemme drive. I'm good."
He shrugged and wheeled around the car. "Do you know how to handle the controls?"
"Cut it out."
Logan decided not to press the subject. It was Christmas Eve and he didn't want to argue with her. From experience he knew that, as they were almost equally stubborn, it might ruin the entire vacations.
**
"Ok, where do you want the tree?"
"Put it in the living room and then come over here. I need your help!" he shouted from his bedroom. When Max stepped next to him to have a look into his huge walkin-closet, he raised a hand from its usual position on the rim of his wheelchair.
"See that big box up there? It's Christmas stuff, I just can't reach it."
"No big dealio." She looked around for a chair or something to step on, but of course he wouldn't need something like that. "Come over here."
He relucantly wheeled closer. "Lock your brakes." He followed her order. Max climbed on his lap and stood up. She was about to ask if she was too heavy, but remembered in the very last second that he wouldn't be able to tell anyway.
"Logan, it's dusty!"
"Sorry. I actually never used it since I moved in here."
Max gracefully jumped to the floor, the box still in her arms.
"I thought Christmas is tradition."
"When celeberating with beloved ones. With my parents it used to be special..."
"You were married..."
"Val never really was into it, the first couple of years she was able to pretend she was, later on she was too drunk to bother..." His voice was full of regret.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It's not your fault." He smiled ather. "I'm glad you agreed on coming over."
"I'm glad you invited me."
For a long moment they looked deep into each other's eyes. Logan was the one to look away first.
"Ok, let's decorate the tree."
**
TBC
Why don't you guys think of a short Christmas story yourself and post it?!!!Max an Logan celebrating Christmas. Write whatever pops into your mind and just post it!!!
CHRISTMAS IS THE TIME OF THE YEAR...
"Hey! What's up?" Logan looked at Max who stood in the middle of his computerroom, dishelved and tired.
"People are freaking out. I don't think I've ever delivered so many packages. Even I am exhausted."
"It's Christmas time, Max." He smiled at her.
"I don't get what that is all about anyway."
"Are you trying to say you've never celebrated Christmas?"
"Nope. Why should I?"
Max, this is tradition. It's...it's ...I don't know, it's just something..."
"See, you can't explain it either. I am better off withut it. I mean it's all about buying presents for no reason. I can see why you get presents for your birthday, but Christmas..."
"It's Jesus Christ's birthday."
"I know, but this is not why people celebrate. Honestly, I don't get what is so special about it."
Suddenly Logan's eyes lit up and he sat up straighter in his chair. "Let me show you. We are going to celebrate Christmas."
"We? Why?"
"Because I'm sure you are gonna love it."
"I don't know Logan..."
"Come on."
She saw the sparkle in his eyes. She hadn't seen that in quite some time. He was still so occupied with feeling desperate and angry, and pitying himself.So she decided that if that was what it took to make him happy, she would do it – for him.
"OK. Why not."
"Great."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Christmas Eve's tomorrow. How long do you have to work?"
"Half past two."
"Good. Just come over afterwards. We can get a Christmas tree."
"Do we really need that? It's so much trouble."
"We do. Trust me."
"Aiight. Whatever you say. Later."
"Later." Logan shook his head when he heard the door bang shut and smiled to himslef. He'd been afraid of spending Christmas alone. He had been alone a couple of times, and he hadn't really cared, he hadn't bothered to get a tree or give Christmas a second thought. Eyes Only had always been busy around that time, so he had had a good excuse not to think about anything. But this year he had felt like grief was consuming him and he had been afraid that he wouldn't make it through the holidays unharmed. Too much had been going wrong in his life. Now he was even looking forward, as long as Max would be with him, he was going to be fine.
**
"Logan!"
"Hi. Right on time." He wheeled out of his bedroom, wearing a pair of jeans and a blue and white woolsweater which made him look incredibly cozy and accented his blue eyes.
"Yeah. Normal's been nice for once."
"That's the spirit of Christmas. Let me grab my jacket and we'll be off." He wheeled himself to the island counter in the kitchen to grab his jacket. Max giggled when he put a woolen cap on his head.
"What?"
"Nothing...let's go. Where can we get a tree anyway?"
"South Market. Hope the still have some nice ones left."
**
"Oh god, it's crowded."
"I told ya people are going crazy."
Logan managed to find a parking lot, big enough for him to get out of the car. Despite that he was already about to ask Max to get the tree without him. But Max didn't even notice his hesitation. "Come on!"
Max automatically stepped in front of Logan and fought her way through the crowds, leaving it up to him to use the path she'd created. Old-fashioned Christmas songs drifted through the air and the stands were decorated. As the sun slowly sank it got cold and Logan chided himself for having forgotten gloves. His hands felt numb with cold already.
"Here we are. Choose one." He out his hands between his thighs, trying to warm them.
"I don't know..." Max looked around insecurely. There were couples with kids looking for trees, others holding hands and smiling happily. She looked at Logan for a second and suddenly she felt a wave of admiration pass through her, and more than anything else she felt normal and secure. She liked the feeling.
"This one. What do you think?"
"Yeah, looks great to me."
Logan paid and Max grabbed the tree.
"I still need to get some stuff, we should've waited with buying the tree. Sorry."
"No big dealio. You do your thing. Tree's not too heavy."
Logan nodded. Once again, he's forgotten about Max's special strength.
He found what he was looking for, includinga turkey, potatoes, vegetables and chocolate and some other things he needed.
"Done." In silence they fought their way back to the car.
"Great." Logan took a deep breath to control his anger and frustration. This had started to perfectly well. A truck had parked next to the Aztec, leaving no room for Logan to open the door wide enough to be able to transfer.
Max understood immediately. "Looks like I get to do the driving fo once." She expectantly knocked on the back of the car for Logan to open it. Then she stored away the tree and Logan's purchases while he still tried to calm himself.
The she held out her hand for the keys. There was nothing he could do, and he didn't want to get into a fight in front of all those people. There were enough stares as it was.
He watched Max start the car and pull out of the parking lot. Then he wheeled up to the driver's side, but Max pretended not to notice what he was up to.
"Get in the car. You're freezing."
"Max..."
"Come on. Lemme drive. I'm good."
He shrugged and wheeled around the car. "Do you know how to handle the controls?"
"Cut it out."
Logan decided not to press the subject. It was Christmas Eve and he didn't want to argue with her. From experience he knew that, as they were almost equally stubborn, it might ruin the entire vacations.
**
"Ok, where do you want the tree?"
"Put it in the living room and then come over here. I need your help!" he shouted from his bedroom. When Max stepped next to him to have a look into his huge walkin-closet, he raised a hand from its usual position on the rim of his wheelchair.
"See that big box up there? It's Christmas stuff, I just can't reach it."
"No big dealio." She looked around for a chair or something to step on, but of course he wouldn't need something like that. "Come over here."
He relucantly wheeled closer. "Lock your brakes." He followed her order. Max climbed on his lap and stood up. She was about to ask if she was too heavy, but remembered in the very last second that he wouldn't be able to tell anyway.
"Logan, it's dusty!"
"Sorry. I actually never used it since I moved in here."
Max gracefully jumped to the floor, the box still in her arms.
"I thought Christmas is tradition."
"When celeberating with beloved ones. With my parents it used to be special..."
"You were married..."
"Val never really was into it, the first couple of years she was able to pretend she was, later on she was too drunk to bother..." His voice was full of regret.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It's not your fault." He smiled ather. "I'm glad you agreed on coming over."
"I'm glad you invited me."
For a long moment they looked deep into each other's eyes. Logan was the one to look away first.
"Ok, let's decorate the tree."
**
TBC
Why don't you guys think of a short Christmas story yourself and post it?!!!Max an Logan celebrating Christmas. Write whatever pops into your mind and just post it!!!