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This Christmas story is based on my real-life experiences, with Crowe reflecting aspects of who I am. She is a self-insert character, and through her, I explore my own life, passions, and how I experience the world during the holiday season. Dillion in this story is inspired by tenchi, our close friend who plays a significant role in my life.
Crowe sat on the railing of the second floor of her mansion, staring down at her tech guy, Dillion, as he fumbled around, attempting to put together the Christmas tree. Christmas music played softly through the stereo system. Her shoe slipped off her foot and hit Dillion in the head.
“Would you like me to assist you?” she asked, the fire in the fireplace roaring nearby. The dogs, Diana and Spirit, weren’t making it easy for Dillion, running around with tinsel hanging from their mouths, as if it were a tug-of-war rope. Crowe swung her legs back over the railing, not wanting to fall to the ground like a flightless bird.
The scent of beef stroganoff, prepared using an authentic Russian recipe by their personal chef, filled the air. There was also the faint aroma of apple cider. On the TV screen, How the Grinch Stole Christmas played, with closed captioning visible.
It was quite peaceful. There was a heaviness in the air as the elderly matriarch and patriarch of the family died last December. Crowe Calloway’s heart felt heavy as she maneuvered her way back downstairs. she instinctively Tugged on her golden locket that she always wore around her dainty collarbone.
The texture of the cold metallic chain soothed her worries for a brief moment as her feet strolled down the beige carpeted stairs.
The dogs dropped their shiny tinsel prey, before they clumsily ran towards their master. Crowe’s face lit up for a moment as she petted her guard dogs.
Dillion noticed the pain in his friend’s eyes as he put up the antique Christmas tree that the handyman lended them. The shiny aluminum foil tree from the 1950s stood shimmering in the late afternoon.
“Are you alright?” he asks while holding a nutcracker ornament dangling between his index finger and pinkie. The fragile nutcracker stood in attention looking very much like a rockette in their Christmas spectacular.
“Just missing my folks, “ Crowe replied while wiping a stray tears away hoping for her best friend not to notice.
She tilted her head in curiosity allowing her brown wavy hair to tumble to the side as she eyed the ornament of the toy solider
A soft smile crept on her heart-shaped lips. “Ah, I remember when I was in the Russian nutcracker I was so small the Russians who were touring the states called me Куколка which means doll.” She softly whispereds to herself as she sat on the bottom step sandwiched between the two dogs
She kisses the dogs foreheads before jumping up gracefully and landing a spin jump. Dillion just shook his head as he hung up memories disguised as shiny ornaments.
Crowe quietly walked over to Dillion and playfully snatched a gingerbread-shaped ornament that the two had made in preschool.
“Why haven’t you thrown this thing out now? She asked with a smirk, Dillion turned around and sighed. “ says the treasure hunt who goes after old stuff for museums, for all you know that might end the museum one day in the future.” he replied with a friendly smile.
“touché.” Crowe remarked as she stood in arabesque to put the ornament up higher on the silvery tree.
Dillion hung up some plastic drums in a colorful sequence of green black red and gold repeatedly around the bottom of the tree.
for a moment, it felt like the holidays were glorious again. Perhaps partaking in the little things is what Crowe needed most this year. She may have turned down a trip to the holy land on an archaeological investigation. but she enjoyed being in her childhood home for the holidays
Crowe sat on the railing of the second floor of her mansion, staring down at her tech guy, Dillion, as he fumbled around, attempting to put together the Christmas tree. Christmas music played softly through the stereo system. Her shoe slipped off her foot and hit Dillion in the head.
“Would you like me to assist you?” she asked, the fire in the fireplace roaring nearby. The dogs, Diana and Spirit, weren’t making it easy for Dillion, running around with tinsel hanging from their mouths, as if it were a tug-of-war rope. Crowe swung her legs back over the railing, not wanting to fall to the ground like a flightless bird.
The scent of beef stroganoff, prepared using an authentic Russian recipe by their personal chef, filled the air. There was also the faint aroma of apple cider. On the TV screen, How the Grinch Stole Christmas played, with closed captioning visible.
It was quite peaceful. There was a heaviness in the air as the elderly matriarch and patriarch of the family died last December. Crowe Calloway’s heart felt heavy as she maneuvered her way back downstairs. she instinctively Tugged on her golden locket that she always wore around her dainty collarbone.
The texture of the cold metallic chain soothed her worries for a brief moment as her feet strolled down the beige carpeted stairs.
The dogs dropped their shiny tinsel prey, before they clumsily ran towards their master. Crowe’s face lit up for a moment as she petted her guard dogs.
Dillion noticed the pain in his friend’s eyes as he put up the antique Christmas tree that the handyman lended them. The shiny aluminum foil tree from the 1950s stood shimmering in the late afternoon.
“Are you alright?” he asks while holding a nutcracker ornament dangling between his index finger and pinkie. The fragile nutcracker stood in attention looking very much like a rockette in their Christmas spectacular.
“Just missing my folks, “ Crowe replied while wiping a stray tears away hoping for her best friend not to notice.
She tilted her head in curiosity allowing her brown wavy hair to tumble to the side as she eyed the ornament of the toy solider
A soft smile crept on her heart-shaped lips. “Ah, I remember when I was in the Russian nutcracker I was so small the Russians who were touring the states called me Куколка which means doll.” She softly whispereds to herself as she sat on the bottom step sandwiched between the two dogs
She kisses the dogs foreheads before jumping up gracefully and landing a spin jump. Dillion just shook his head as he hung up memories disguised as shiny ornaments.
Crowe quietly walked over to Dillion and playfully snatched a gingerbread-shaped ornament that the two had made in preschool.
“Why haven’t you thrown this thing out now? She asked with a smirk, Dillion turned around and sighed. “ says the treasure hunt who goes after old stuff for museums, for all you know that might end the museum one day in the future.” he replied with a friendly smile.
“touché.” Crowe remarked as she stood in arabesque to put the ornament up higher on the silvery tree.
Dillion hung up some plastic drums in a colorful sequence of green black red and gold repeatedly around the bottom of the tree.
for a moment, it felt like the holidays were glorious again. Perhaps partaking in the little things is what Crowe needed most this year. She may have turned down a trip to the holy land on an archaeological investigation. but she enjoyed being in her childhood home for the holidays
