all I want for christmas
Trisha sat curled up in one of the big chairs in the rec room staring at the screen, mesmerized and lulled into a sleepy, sad, stupor by the glow of the old fashioned movies she'd always watched with Mom on Christmas. Right now, the Shirley Temple version of Little Princess was playing. Earlier she'd watched Miracle on 34th Street. She'd never before thought that either of the movies was so sad.
She hadn't been here all day and people had been in and out, watching silently with her. The people she knew and been making as much time for her as they could and she'd been plying them with her best waterless-cookware voice. She knew they were trying to keep her from thinking about her folks too much and keeping her busy with fun Christmasy things, but it was hard when the only thing you wanted from Christmas this year was to go home. It had been a little over a month and she'd been what Mom would have called 'adjusting' but a pair of ruby slippers in her stocking would have been just the thing right about now. She hadn't known, until she'd woken up that morning and found Santa in the rec room that it was Christmas although she'd known it was coming.
She readjusts on the chair, watching the dream sequence she'd always been so in love with, so she wasn't aware that anyone was there until they were standing by the arm of the chair.
[Dated to Xmas afternoon. ST and LT just fine. Old friends very welcome, new friends good too although she's not in the brightest of moods. She's nine and missing her folks.]
She hadn't been here all day and people had been in and out, watching silently with her. The people she knew and been making as much time for her as they could and she'd been plying them with her best waterless-cookware voice. She knew they were trying to keep her from thinking about her folks too much and keeping her busy with fun Christmasy things, but it was hard when the only thing you wanted from Christmas this year was to go home. It had been a little over a month and she'd been what Mom would have called 'adjusting' but a pair of ruby slippers in her stocking would have been just the thing right about now. She hadn't known, until she'd woken up that morning and found Santa in the rec room that it was Christmas although she'd known it was coming.
She readjusts on the chair, watching the dream sequence she'd always been so in love with, so she wasn't aware that anyone was there until they were standing by the arm of the chair.
[Dated to Xmas afternoon. ST and LT just fine. Old friends very welcome, new friends good too although she's not in the brightest of moods. She's nine and missing her folks.]