Chapter 11- Christmas Eve
It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
'The Rare Old Mountain Dew'
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Christmas Eve finally arrived in New York. It was about 8 o'clock when Sam and Phil finally woke up. 'Morning babe,' Phil whispered as he cuddled up to Sam.
'Morning,' Sam replied.
'Christmas Eve already,' Phil said.
'I know, hasn't it gone quickly,' Sam remarked.
'Come on you, let's get up and enjoy the sights and sounds of the Big Apple,' Phil said, putting on a very fake American accent.
Sam laughed. 'What's so funny?' Phil asked.
'Your American accent. It's so funny,' Sam replied, trying to stifle her laughter.
'Yes OK, very funny, lets get up,' Phil said.
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
Sam and Phil managed to get up by about 9 o'clock and went for another stroll around the city. They stopped outside an ice skating rink. 'Do you fancy a go?' Phil asked.
'You know what? The older I get, the more risks I enjoy taking, come on lets go,' Sam replied.
'Are you sure?' Phil asked.
'You sound like your playing the wimp, not me,' Sam teased.
'Come on then, before I change my mind,' Phil replied.
They've got cars
Big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind right goes
Right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
They came off the ice skating rink about half an hour later. They spent more time on the ice than they did on their but they still enjoyed themselves. Phil came off massaging his ribs. 'That was bloody painful, Phil moaned.
'What was?' Sam asked.
'You fell on top of me!'
'Surely it didn't hurt that much…did it? Do you want me to kiss it better?'
'Mmm, yes please,' Phil replied.
Sam leant across and kissed Phil softly on the lips. 'That any better?' she asked.
'Umm, slightly,' Phil lied.
'Very funny,' Sam replied.
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
They left the ice skating rink a little while later and found a small café in which they had their lunch. 'Are your ribs feeling better now?' Sam asked when they'd finished their meal.
'Yeah, they're getting better. They would've been much better if you didn't land on top of them,' Phil replied.
'I lost my balance I couldn't help it,' Sam protested.
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas Day
You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip
In that bed
They left the café later that afternoon and spent the rest of the afternoon walking along the boulevard. 'You know what Phil?' Sam said.
'What?' Phil replied.
'This is the happiest I've been in a long, long time,' Sam said.
'Happier than you were with Stuart?'
'Of course. I must have felt something for him once otherwise I wouldn't have gone out with him in the first place. Everything I felt for him once left me when he reacted the way he did over the baby. The only thing I feel for him now is contempt. Contempt and disgust. He stabbed you Phil and I'll never be able to forgive him for doing that. At least he's behind bars now so he can't do anything to us,'
'I know he stabbed me Sam that I could cope with. I just wouldn't be able to bear it if he ever hurt you. You mean too much to me Sam, I couldn't let you be hurt because of one man's jealousy,' Phil replied.
'I know that Phil,' Sam said.
You scum bag
You maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God
It's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas Day
They had some dinner out in New York again, like they did last night. They went back to their hotel room afterwards and ordered champagne and ice cream on room service and sat curled up in each other's arms, watching DVD's. They decided to go to sleep at about 11. They both got into bed and cuddled up to each other before going to sleep.
I could've been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams
From me when I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas Day
(Fairytale of New York- The Pogues feat Kirsty MacColl)