Disclaimer: Yes, I own them all, you brats. Bow down to me…not. Sadly.
Yeah, yeah, Christmas has passed…I was "supposed" to finish this in time with my other oneshot, but got sidetracked. The ending is hastily made up and the whole thing is kind of ruined, but I'd never let myself go if I didn't post this little thingy.
Bah Humbug
Christmas Eve.
What a joke; what a scam. What a pathetic call, pathetic attempt on unity and mushy brother-sister feelings. Even the reason behind the holiday was forgotten; most children just viewed it as 'that awesome time of year where I get loads of presents.' Love and all those overrated things Christmas was supposed to broadcast. Love was a rotting corpse of lies, interlaced with betrayal and the sour taste of heartbreak. How angsty, though Mandy had never viewed herself as the woe-is-me protagonist.
Everyone knew that Christmas was just another reason to celebrate and be frivolous while work lay unfinished on the side. Everyone knew it, but no one complained. They all wanted to have such a good time, bathe in the lie and use it as a late-pass to down beers and whiskey, drown in presents and bear hugs. Typical human beings. Mostly Americans, as Christianity was ever-so-popular.
Mandy stood at her living room window, watching the snow slowly fall, scowling. The hum of her mom's lame classical music drifted back to her from the kitchen. Corelli. Dramatic crescendos and fortissimos punctuated the already-dreamy atmosphere. It used to be even worse; her parents would use to play traditional choir-sung Christmas tunes until she'd made it clear there was going to be none of that in her residence. Now, she sensed, "Go Tell It on the Mountain" was only played when she was out of the house.
The snow really was spectacular. It would be a white Christmas after all, not that Mandy longed for one. She wasn't in the mood to appreciate the frost and frigid temperatures.
A group of holiday carolers waltzed past her house, bellowing 'Jingle Bells.' They stopped at the house across from hers, knocking on the door. Pathetic; these beings who had nothing better to do then prance around in their ridiculous matching outfits singing holiday carols.
Honestly, how stupid everyone was. Including those two idiots she'd taken on as her "best friends." Grim and Billy were no better than the others, what with their insufferable holiday cheer. No doubt they were pining over wreathes and ornaments in that very moment.
There shouldn't be any reason for her to think this. As a child, her parents had treated her like a normal kid, doing a normal-in-respects way of parenting. Praise the kid, give her presents, make futile attempts at discipline…but she had always unbalanced the scale in the way that no, she wasn't normal. Her childhood would have been complete had she not chosen to throw things off by being born. No traumatic family experiences came to mind when she thought about Christmas, nothing that would make her disbelieve in it all. Maybe it was just the way she was.
Turning away from the window, Mandy smoothed down her dress and glared threateningly at the Christmas tree next room over. Christmas.
Bah humbug.
End