Last year I was smacked with inspiration to pen a Christmas story. Like most inspiration, the idea for the theme, characters and plot came in an instant. If I didn’t begin work immediately, I would have lost the story. So, I did start writing on the spot.
I wrote most of it while my family made the yearly pilgrimage to Williamsburg, Virginia last year. Here’s what I had to say about it back then:
I remember touring Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia and seeing Dickens’ A Christmas Carol in one of the shops. And I thought, that’s it! I need to write my own Christmas story. It needs to be timeless and reflective. One that makes you think. And I want it to inspire joy and a Christmas spirit for those who read it.
I wrote it over the period of 3 weekends mostly from the passenger seat of our family mini-van as Kim drove us to some getaway locations. The story was easy, the ending was hard. Editing was tougher than everything else. But it’s here, at last.
A few comments made about it online and off:
Nice writing Brad. I like the powerful imagery. – A. Lange
Wow, that’s quite possibly the darkest Christmas story I’ve ever read, but I loved it. – Gary
I am going to lose sleep thinking about the note – Kerri
So if you are ever curious about what might be tumbling around in this head of mine, this story is a good place to start.
You can download a copy by right clicking the link and choosing “Save Link As” or by reading it in your browser:
Comments or criticisms about the story are appreciated in the comments below.
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I liked the story very much – thanks for posting it. I got a bit confused about the end, whether I was meant to know what the word was or not.
Ricky, At the risk of giving away the ending, I’ll say the word is precisely what you think it should be.
Merry Christmas!
That’s the problem Brad, I can’t think of anything I think it should be!