The soft jingle of bells echoed throughout the house as another cheesy Christmas song came on. The dulcet tones and happy bass spread cheer across the sleek sound system, gifted by Santa last year.
Flour coated the kitchen side, and pastry rolled into neat shells lay waiting for its delicious mincemeat filling. The oven timer beeped signalling the first batch of mince pies were ready, and as I opened the door the heat greeted my face with the delightful scent of Christmas spice.
The happy sounds of laughter travelled from the living room, and my curiosity peaked. I ventured into the room and gasped at the beauty it held.
Pines scattered across the floor which left a trail directly to the tree. It was adorned with red and gold tinsel that had baubles to match. The colourful lights twinkled elegantly, beaming like a beacon to the man in red.
The joy that came with the countdown to Christmas ignited the spirit that roamed about the house. Invisible to the eye like specks of dust, it brought smiles instead of sneezes.
Dusk gave way to night and the stars partnered with the moon for light. Serenity washed over me, as the simple pleasures in life completed me.
I sat on the windowsill with my chin resting on my knees. I stared out the window and watched the nights’ sky. Two stars sparkled brighter than the rest and it brought tears to my eyes.
The evil of life that succumbed us all, was the death that robbed us of this world. Two great humanitarians, though different in their nature, shared a tremendous commonality in helping others. They lost their lives, and joined the sky as the shiniest of stars. It left an empty space beside my heart to think of sorrow at such a merry time of year. I didn’t need to believe in the same faith as everyone else to have compassion run deep in my veins.
As the night continued, the silent whisper of the wind danced about the leaves that had gathered on the ground. I closed my eyes, and sent a wish to the beautiful stars that glistened like diamonds.
I hoped they’d find peace.