12 days of christmas.

My short story for the love competition :) <3 x

Sam hates the one holiday everyone should love! Chrismas is about holiday cheer and spending some time with the family but something in her life changed all of that. She recieves something that she sees as a gift and could change her views on christmas, forever!

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1. My best friend Helen.

12 days of Christmas.

Everyone says I should enjoy Christmas. It is about cheer and joy and the biggest smiles you can show. But what joy can you show if you have nothing to be joyous about? Or be cheery or show the biggest smile you have, when it all comes from the heart and your heart was broken on the same day your feelings were lost? Christmas. “So what you doing this Christmas, Sam?” “Nothing.” I say bluntly “Come on it is your fifth year of nothing, surely there is something you’re going to do?” I stand for a moment, think and shake my head faintly. My friend Helen is always joyful and content around Christmas, she always makes sure something is going to be done around the time and if it wasn’t, then she would make sure she took the liberty of fixing it. One thing she misses though is that it is not the fifth year of nothing; it is my eighteenth. I hand over a five pound note to the cashier as she slides a latte and tea in my direction in two portable cups and spares two pound change from a mixture of 50p and 20p coins. “Thank you.” Helen says to the waitress, before trying to catch up with me as I am already out the door and heading towards my work. I work in a gigantic office in Coventry, my boss, David, is the most amazing man anyone has ever seen. Clever, important, rich and most importantly, the best looking man ever to walk the earth; unlike any other man who is good looking though, he would not walk around acting as if he is it all. “So, you are going to just sit in your flat, alone, bored on Christmas?”  Helen foretells “Yes.” I respond “You are not going to do anything differently?” “Yes.” “What?” I stop and turn to look at Helen, as she suddenly halts after speed walking after me. “I am not going to be bored or lonely.” I continue to walk, Helen trails after me once more. “That means you are going to clean your flat or something and talk to that dog of yours?” “Yup, and for your information his name is Mac not dog.” “Right, Mac!”

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