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Christmas Spirit

by on November 7, 2013

There’s two radio stations in my area that have already begun playing Christmas music. Started the day after Halloween. With that in mind, for this week’s Trifecta prompt I’ve decided to write another entry in Constance’s Story, in which Constance learns the true meaning of Christmas. Maybe.

It wasn’t exactly the best Christmas assignment ever, Constance thought glumly, waiting in the fitful light of the streetlamp. She had hoped for something like helping a poor man down on his luck, showing him what the world would be like if he hadn’t been born. Instead they had relegated her to a task that would never get its own television movie.  She’d never get her wings now.

The target, Amy by name, approached, huddled under a huge black umbrella. It looked like she was going to walk right by the Salvation Army man ringing a bell at his kettle. Constance sighed, and drifted invisibly towards the target, sending  her some vague thoughts about starving children in distant countries, who might not know it was Christmastime at all.

Before she could get close, however, a puff of smoke materialized over Amy’s left shoulder. Constance recognized that puff immediately as her diabolical heckler. With all the craft it could muster, the demon suggested that helping starving children was all very well, but surely Amy could see about it tomorrow. Right now, however, she needed to get home. Too much to do tonight. Tomorrow, surely.

“Oh no you don’t, you twithead!” Constance snapped, flying into a fury. Unfortunately she forgot to keep her concentration, and her invisibility slipped. Amy was quite startled at seeing a woman materializing out of nowhere right next to her. She backpedaled rapidly, without looking where she was going, and crashed right into the Salvation Army man, knocking the kettle clean over and spilling its contents into the street. Amy was so distressed and apologetic that she emptied her pocket and even produced her purse and wrote the man a check to cover the lost donations.  The Salvation Army man was so grateful in turn that he offered to take her to dinner, and two weeks later married her.

“Huh,” Constance said. She hadn’t quite meant to do that. But then, there was more than one way to shine a halo.

  1. That would be quite alarming, but I guess it all worked out. The cynical side of me wants to raise an eyebrow at the marriage two weeks later, though 🙂

    • Like the old proverb, “Marry in haste, repent at leisure”? Maybe Constance will have to address that problem….:)

  2. There are true stories of happy lives after being wed this quick…looking forward to reading more of this character.

  3. Draug419 permalink

    Two weeks? That’s quite a miracle!

  4. More than one way to shine a halo, indeed. A fun read. Thanks for linking up. Don’t forget to vote!

  5. Huh. Effective angelling via klutz. Who knew?
    lol as usual, Michael.

  6. The Diabolical Heckler deserves it’s own story line, I think 😉

  7. The Diabolical Heckler deserves a story line, I think 😉

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