This is to Emilie and her will to keep going through hardships this past year, and to Sage's extreme ability to keep me smiling at all times. I love you two very much! (They also told me to write this so here I am!)
Also Happy Holidays to everyone who is reading this! This is my gift to you!
This takes place, since you are probably wondering, between the 50th and the 2013 Christmas Special but closer to the Christmas Special.
I hope you all enjoy!
On the first of December, sixty-three year old widow Adrianne Rosenthal, put up her Christmas decorations. She had always done this. She said it was much better to get it all up as soon as possible, rather than to procrastinate. Not that she had anyone, besides her little grey kitten Emilie-Sage, to come over and see all the hard work that she had put together.
However if anyone knew that she put up the decorations, they would have probably assumed that it was a way that she coped with the loss of her husband. Which was half true. For anyone who has lost anyone, the winter holiday was always tough.
But Mrs Rosenthal was a strong woman. She put up the ornaments that her husband has chosen specifically for her with ease. There was always a time for tears to be shed, she had told herself, and this was not that time. There was a plastic tree with plastic snow that needed to be set up. Stockings to be hung up. Mistletoe to be strung up. (Though she would never be kissed under it, it was still a nice thought.)
The whole affair took just over three hours.
For the rest of the day, the woman sat on her sofa. Of course, she did eat a snack and watch some television, but besides that, she did nothing. Mrs Rosenthal was exhausted, both emotionally and physically. However, she was still proper, in short, she was not one to fall asleep on her sofa.
She got to her feet, groaning quietly about her aching back, and shuffled to her bedroom. The walk from the livingroom to her bedroom seemed quite a bit longer than she remembered it to be. And she finally got there, she kicked off her slippers and went tucked herself into her blankets. She took her glasses off her nose and placed them on her sidetable and was about to switch off the light when something caught her eye.
She squinted at the object. It was red. No, whatever it was, it had a red body. And a little head with a little face painted on it. Clearly a Christmas decoration. But she couldn't place when she had put it there. How mysterious!
Maybe it was the spirit of her husband leaving a little Christmas gift for her to help her get through the holidays.
She smiled softly, knowing that the chances of that being the truth was very slim, and turned off the light. The woman rolled over onto her side, her heart filled with love and sadness. She drifted into a deep sleep, her thoughts only on her husband and how much she wanted him to be with her.
Fortunately for Mrs Rosenthal, she would be seeing him again very very soon.
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~Matteo :33