The long table sat each of us comfortably. The grace was quietly delivered by the youngest then the feast began. The fire crackled dispersing a warm inviting feeling around the house, while the carols buzzed in the background. Chatter and cookie trays were exchanged across the long table as memories from past christmass lingered in the air. Then there was that one moment, that certain part of the song when all the voices joined at once; that moment that truely was the happy feeling nothing in the world could buy. There was nothing else like it. Nothing could have ruined it. This christmas, I would do anything in the world to get one of those moments back.
The house reaks of pain. It hits you at the door then continues further into the house. Then there she lies. Face up on her deathbed. And any bit of christmas cheer we had before entering the house is sucked out and killed.
