Blast from the Past ~ Lean against… and listen ~ Christmas

December 2019

Five years ago I wrote a story inspired by a childhood memory

December 2014

Only 22 days left and Santa will be knocking on the door (or maybe down the chimney πŸ˜‰ ).
It’s high time for some Christmas pictures…..

And maybe the storyteller can inspire something festive in me:

Lean against … and listen

I quote Kasey Mathews from the WANA group “Write to heal” for this writing prompt:

β€œWith paper and pen, or computer handy, lean back in your chair, or against the wall, or a sofa etc., close your eyes and imagine you are sitting under a large tree with your back resting against the trunk. On the other side of the tree, a Storyteller has come to sit down and also rest against the tree trunk. With eyes still closed, just listen. Wait for the Storyteller to begin his or her story. When you hear it begin, simply write down all that you hear. β€œ

Description for visually impaired readers: A white tea mug with red poppies on it standing on a rock. Over both white writing in the middle of the picture saying: Lean against… and listen

We were walking in darkness.

Well, not fully. Of course, the guides had some torches which not all of them used though. Gabi, Sonja and I walked alongside each other. We just fitted on the forest path side by side. I longed to shout excitedly how wonderful the starry sky looked and how quiet it was in the forest.

In front of us, we could see all the boys and girls covered in thick coats and hats. I could only recognise their silhouettes in the dimmed light of the few torches around us.

“What are the candles for we are holding? They are not lit!” Sonja whispered. “No idea!” I whispered back feeling the little tube-like candle in my gloved hands. Every now and then a boy or girl was brushed by a pine branch and freshly fallen snow tickled down on them. They squeaked just to be hushed by our guides.

“It’s killing me. Where the… are we going?” I could hardly hear Gabi on the other side of Sonja, who whispered back: “No idea ~ just be quiet!” My fingers started to tingle of the coldness and I could hardly feel my nose no matter how many scarves my grandmother had put around me.

A hushed “Wow” came from the front of the line. “What?”, “What?” came from all of those who could not see anything yet. And then we arrived:

A huge pine tree in the middle of a clearing was decorated with hundreds of lit candles and the guides started singing “Oh Tannenbaum…” Stunned we all fell in without hesitation.

I could not take my eyes away from the light and sparkle this Christmas tree disseminated. We had gathered in a huge circle around the tree and I could see the shining faces of my friends and all the others. I did not listen to the stories our pastor was telling or realised I was singing the traditional Christmas songs. I did not feel the cold crawling up my legs or biting into my fingers.Β I just bathed in the shine and delight this tree gave to us.

In the end, the pastor invited us to go to the tree and light our candles and we carefully, carefully carried them all the way back to the community centre.

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