Amazingly, this crazy writing challenge is still going on and here we are at Day 25. I’ve been travelling, so I haven’t been able to write as much as I wanted to, but seeing how much all of you writing challengers have produced, well, I’m impressed!
Today’s theme is Worst Xmas Ever
My family never celebrated Xmas, so Xmas was often spent at the movie theatre, or in Chinatown.
Sometime in my teens, me and a friend named Peter became friends with a girl named Nicky. Nicky and her family were totally cool with me and Peter knocking on the door on Xmas eve and crashing Xmas dinner. Even though we weren’t invited, I still remember the warm, uneasy smiles as we were welcomed into the kitchen and given chairs to sit on.
And so it became a wonderful Xmas tradition for years: Nicky suffering through the crushing boredom of family Xmas, and us, young saviours come in from the cold December night to help conquer tedium and the family pork roast.
Until that one year when we knocked on the door and no one answered.
We knocked on the front door and side door, and even looked in all the windows.
The family car wasn’t even in the driveway.
There was no Xmas dinner to crash and no pork roast (or was it turkey) to eat that year.
And that was the worst Christmas ever.