Here we go. The last installation of Ghost of Christmas past. In case you missed it, Taro was posted Friday.
The slim brunette gathered the thick, soft blanket around her and snuggled comfortably into the couch. With a on the table before her, and the remote on the ar, rest beside her, Karma Eiss prepared to enjoy It's a Wonderful Life. It was her own little Christmas tradition, ever since she had discovered the movie, for every Christmas Eve.
This movie, oddly, was one of the few films she allowed her emotions to let loose. She laughed loudly for the humor, and sobbed fully when the movie called for it. The opening scene was just beginning, when an unexpected swoosh interrupted.
"What are you watching?" Vert asked, staring at the dark screen.
Karma turned to glare at him. "It's a Wonderful Life."
The blond smiled widely. "Why, it is a wonderful life! Aren't you thankful for it?"
Karma's already dark glare turned deadly. "Leave, Vert!"
Vert adopted a look of mock hurt. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was intruding. I know when I'm not wanted."
He stalked out of the room gloomily before Karma could say anything.
Turning back around, she pressed play on the remote.
The unseen characters were praying for Jimmy Stewart's character, George Bailey. Poor Mr. Bailey's Christmas was not looking to be merry, and Karma couldn't help but let her mind wander back to her many merry Christmases.
She called up images of Christmas decoration. Tall evergreens standing straight in her living room, filling the air with the smell of pine resin, and littering the floor with little pine needles. Her older sister wrestling with tangles lights to place upon the tree. Boxes of carefully wrapped ornament to hang after the ribbon and angel.
She remembered the sounds of Christmas. Those tiny, silver bells being rung by the Salvation Army volunteers. The sound of wrapping paper being cut and folded. The dings of oven timers when the cookies were done, baked to a gorgeous golden white.
Ah! The smells and tastes of Christmas! That incredibly sweet, moist, melt-in-your-mouth cookie that was decorated in greens, reds, whites, and golds. The fragrant odors of delicious holiday-appropriate foods Karma could still smell them.
However, although she loved all of these things, they weren't the core of making Christmas merry. Thanks to those often-dreaded trips to church on Christmas Eve, Karma knew the real reason behind a merry Christmases. That reason came wrapped up in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.
Karma remembered how she would spend the hour-long services looking at, or drawing, pictures of the nativity scene when she was young. When she was older, she would actually listen to the story, gaining more and more insight from it every year. When she had slight doubts about it all, she realized why giving was such a joy. Because in the beginning, when man was made from God's image, the generous spirit was embedded into human kind, and only had to be sought out to use, and scrutinized to find it's true beginning. The ultimate example of course, being that evening in a stable, in a town with utterly filled inns, where a savior was born. A savior who was to grow up to die, and then rise again.
And that, is the reason Karma knew that Christmas was merry, and always will be, and why. Yes, that is the reason it is a wonderful life: because of Christ.
Thus ends the collection of short stories, all wrapped up to create Ghost of Christmas Past. I dearly hope they were all enjoyed, Merry Christmas.
There you go!