[Blog (strikes deleted) & action] A very quiet Christmas
It has been a long time since I last had a Christmas this quiet.
With my brother having moved out, and Feliciano gone back to Rome until New Years, it was just the dogs and I this year, for the first time in a long while. Though the lack of chaos feels very odd, I can't say that it bothers me as much as I thought it would. The house is surprisingly quiet, with nobody else in it. It feels almost like being a bachelor again.
I spent Christmas eve on the couch in the living room, watching old holiday movies from the 1930's and 40's. Like this one and this one. I even let the dogs up on the couch just this once.
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Ludwig had spent Christmas morning very much like he spent every morning. He got up early, showered, dressed and made coffee. He made the same toast for breakfast he always did, and leaned against the counter to eat it, same as always. He fed the dogs, walked them, and tidied up the kitchen, washing the few dishes he'd used and putting them away.
And then finally, he found himself sitting in an armchair near the fireplace and the tree. He considered the gifts sitting under the tree for several long moments, before deciding that he wouldn't touch any of them. He would wait until Feliciano came back.
Picking up his cellphone, Ludwig scrolled through his contacts, stopping on Gilbert's name. His thumb hovered over the Call button, before changing his mind. He slowly but firmly pushed the Off button; for the first time in his life, turning his phone off for the day.
With my brother having moved out, and Feliciano gone back to Rome until New Years, it was just the dogs and I this year, for the first time in a long while. Though the lack of chaos feels very odd, I can't say that it bothers me as much as I thought it would. The house is surprisingly quiet, with nobody else in it. It feels almost like being a bachelor again.
I spent Christmas eve on the couch in the living room, watching old holiday movies from the 1930's and 40's. Like this one and this one. I even let the dogs up on the couch just this once.
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Ludwig had spent Christmas morning very much like he spent every morning. He got up early, showered, dressed and made coffee. He made the same toast for breakfast he always did, and leaned against the counter to eat it, same as always. He fed the dogs, walked them, and tidied up the kitchen, washing the few dishes he'd used and putting them away.
And then finally, he found himself sitting in an armchair near the fireplace and the tree. He considered the gifts sitting under the tree for several long moments, before deciding that he wouldn't touch any of them. He would wait until Feliciano came back.
Picking up his cellphone, Ludwig scrolled through his contacts, stopping on Gilbert's name. His thumb hovered over the Call button, before changing his mind. He slowly but firmly pushed the Off button; for the first time in his life, turning his phone off for the day.