14 - Rockin Around The Christmas Tree
The party was in full swing as he entered. He hadn't really wanted to go, but a friend of a friend had invited him, and he knew it would be rude given his priestly duties to not show up at the event. He sidled over to a large Christmas tree in the corner of the room that he thought would give him shelter from the dancing people. He wasn't one for large parties, was Oswald. So he stood and nodded his head along to the music and smiled to himself.
After checking his watch again, he noticed that he could probably go home now after putting in an hour or so. As he was leaving, a voice sounded.
"Aw, hey! Get off me 'air!" He turned, expecting to see a male making advances on the owner of the feminine voice. Instead, he was confronted with possibly the funniest sight he had seen all day. A young woman was wrestling in vain with the Christmas tree, having leaned too close and got her hair stuck in the branches. He laughed quietly then went to untangle her, gently releasing her tresses from the tree. She smiled up at him sweetly and he returned the gesture.
"Hey, thanks. That was real nice that was. Real nice." He shrugged at her quote.
"It was nothing, really. I couldn't let you get your pretty hair messed up on a tree now, could I?" This made her smile even more, and Oswald found himself becoming a little endeared to her. He felt he should ask something of her to make her feel less flustered and awkward.
"Would you like to dance?" The words left his lips quickly, and she nodded.
"Alright, just watch me tights," she laughed. And he took her into his arms. He didn't leave early eventually. He spent the night rocking around the Christmas tree, out of the sight of others, enjoying the company of the stranger in his arms.