I'll be home for christmas

It was the night before Christmas Eve. The streets of Nottingham were quiet, but had the Christmas spirit as it always had on this very night, even though there was no one in sight. Christmas lights lit up the streets while thousands of snowflakes were driven by a horrifying wind. This was the coldest night they had had in December this year, and the snowstorm didn’t make it easy to wander through the streets.

In a quiet dark back alley at the end of Nottingham’s Christmas Street, a little house lay by itself. In this little, but yet charming house, a family of four, now three, tried hard to make it the best Christmas they ever had. Even though their father, Jim, a brave soldier that had served in Afghanistan, wasn’t coming for Christmas, they would still do their best. Emma, a mother of two, had been very ill this December, and to take care of two children while preparing for Christmas was hard. For almost a year now Emma and her two children, Jack and Lily, had lived in fear of being told their loving father and husband had been killed, hopefully they had never gotten such a call. Yet… They were expecting Jim to come home for Christmas and when he didn’t show up at the time he was supposed to, they assumed that God had taken him away from them. It was therefore a sad Christmas Eve for Emma and her two children.

Three hours east from Nottingham, in a crowded airport filled with frustrated people, a man with brown hair wearing a military suit tried desperately to call home, but with no luck. He was told later that evening that due to the snow blizzard in Nottingham and some districts nearby, the phone connection was horrible and everyone had had trouble calling home telling they weren’t coming after all, but it was possible to rent a car.

In the back alley of the Christmas Street in Nottingham, Emma, Jack and Lily sat quietly in front of the fireplace. The lights on the street had turned off automatically and the sparks from the fire was the only thing lighting up their little house, and their life. They couldn't believe Jim had died and the loss of their father and husband was huge. Suddenly they heard a knock on their wooden door. The thought of it being Santa Claus with a thousand presents struck Jack and Lily's mind. As they opened the door they were still hoping for it to be the big jolly man, but when they saw the man who stood in front of their eyes, no disappointment occurred. They screamed out for joy.

When Emma had heard her children scream she ran as fast as she could to the door, and there he was, her loving husband. He had driven three hours to make it home for Christmas because the thought of him not spending this wonderful evening with them on this cold December night made him sad.

It was the night before Christmas Eve. The streets of Nottingham were quiet, but had the Christmas spirit as it always had on this very night, even though there was no one in sight. There may not have been Christmas lights lighting up the streets that very night, but a family of four had now been reunited and the little fireplace they sat around was more than enough, all they had wished for that Christmas came true. It was a Christmas miracle.

- The End 


Picture taken from HERE
Story written by me