Please Come Home For Christmas

I suppose that I did break the rules—technically speaking.  But sometimes, circumstances require one to go above and behind what is required, and if that means breaking the rules, then so be it.

I guess I should introduce myself.  My name is Charlie, and I'm an angel.  I know, I know, you were expecting a white gown and big-ass wings, but come on, this is New York City, and a person, even an otherworldly one, can't walk around with gigantic wings attached to them. 

But I digress.  Us angels are assigned different jobs up there.  Some angels just watch the living, while others help guide decisions…it's what you humans call 'fate'.  Whenever 'fate' intervenes, it's actually an angel.

Angels like myself are given different assignments all the time.  We kind of specialize in helping people, usually with love, but not always.  I know what you're thinking…and just to set the record straight, we had nothing to do with Tom and Nicole!

I keep veering off topic.  I have a tendency to ramble, so forgive me.  Anyway, my last assignment was a doozy.  All I had to do was get this kid home for Christmas—sounds simple enough, right?  Yeah, easier said than done.  The first problem was, he'd convinced himself that he didn't want to be home—even though I knew better.  The second problem was, they had interfering, well-meaning, but completely incompetent friends.  Well, incompetent may be a bit harsh, but let's face it; these people can't see true love when it's standing right under their noses!  For example, there's the brother of the girl, and her best friend.  Ross and Rachel.  I don't know what we have to do to get them to see that they were meant to be!  We've tried nearly everything, and frankly, we're running out of ideas.  My buddy Matthew—yes, that Matthew—thought it would be a hoot to get them to have a baby together.  The Big Guy wasn't too thrilled with that idea, but I'll tell ya, if we get desperate enough…

Ugh, I'm digressing again.  My assignment wasn't Ross and Rachel—heck, we already have a whole team working on those two—no, my assignment was the girl, Monica, and her fiancé, Chandler.  I figured the assignment would be cake, because they were already together, and they were clearly in love.  I'm not even really sure what happened—I mean, it should have been a no-brainer, getting Chandler to come home for Christmas.  But things were said…things that were difficult to take back, and by the end of the night, both were totally convinced that the other didn't want to get married anymore.  She told him she never wanted to see him again, and he told her that he was more than happy to leave.

You know, this kind of stuff isn't supposed to happen to couples like this.  I guess that's why I was sent down to intervene.

I found Chandler, wandering the streets of New York, about an hour after his fight with Monica.  He looked upset, and not very approachable, but part of my job is getting people to share their deepest feelings…I mean, how hard could it be?  I walked up to him, as he was purchasing a bag of roasted pecans from a street vendor.

"Hey," I said, in a friendly, jovial way.

He smiled, but it was tight, and not very inviting.

"Happy Holidays," I said.

"Yeah, whatever."

Geez!  What do I have to do to get this guy to talk?  I shook my head, and followed him as he ventured into a church.  He sat in the back, and, judging by his awkward demeanor,  it was clear that he hadn't been inside a church for a very long time.  He stared blankly at the choir that was rehearsing up at the front of the church—preparing for Christmas Mass.  I took a seat in the pew behind him.

"There's nothing like beautiful music, to put you into the holiday spirit," I sighed aloud.

I watched him as he took a deep breath, and noted that he was trembling slightly, so I continued.

"The time of year to be with the one's you love," I said.

To my surprise, he turned to me, tears in his eyes.  His jaw was set, and for a moment, I thought he was going to yell at me, or punch me in the face for following him.  But his expression melted away, and was replaced by a sad, regretful expression.  He looked into my eyes, and I was unnerved by what I saw.

"Only if someone loves you," he said quietly, and walked out of the church.

I sat there, dumbfounded.  This assignment had suddenly gotten much harder.  Not only did I have to get this kid home, I had to help him find his Christmas spirit.

For the first time in 800 years, I had no idea where to begin.

Bells will be ringing the sad, sad news

Oh what a Christmas to have the blues

My baby's gone I have no friends

To wish me greetings once again

Choirs will be singing "Silent Night"

Christmas carols by candlelight

Please come home for Christmas,

Please come home for Christmas

If not for Christmas, by New Year's night

Friends and relations send salutations

Sure as the stars shine above

For this is Christmas, yes, Christmas my dear

It's the time of year to be with the one you love

So won't you tell me you'll never more roam

Christmas and New Year's will find you home

There'll be no more sorrow, no grief and pain

And I'll be happy, I'll be happy, once again

There'll be no more sorrow, no grief and pain

And I'll be happy, happy Christmas, once again

("Please Come Home for Christmas", Brown/Red)