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12月21日 A short christmas tale.It's christmas time again and I am just about ready for the big day, or week, as the festive season seems to last that long. At this time of year it is either wonderful, stressful or just plain dreadful. I know people who truly hate it, as it brings to mind all they think they are missing. But I think my friend got more than she bargained for, late one christmas eve night. The night her belief in Santa Claus was reawakened...
She had taken two sleeping pills and hoped to wake up after christmas was over. She was sleeping peacefully, and didn't hear footsteps approach her door, nor did she hear the key enter the lock. Somewhere in the land of dreams she lay in the tanned, and toned arms of santa. He was a santa like no other santa claus and he twirled her baubles and twinkled her tinsel, she was loving this dream...
Darkness-and a light bulb that chose that time to blow! fusing that part of the house. A muffled ouch and a few choice words drew her from her sleep. She switched her light on, but it didn't work. She listened carefully... Nothing. But then movements. Someone was fumbling about out there. Her phone had a light, it glowed her way to the door, in the other hand she held an umbrella.
Opening the living room door, silhouetted in the moon light from the opened curtains was a figure. A man and damned if he didn't have a sack over his shoulder. He dropped it on the floor. Silently she crept backwards, back into her bedroom. She was just about to ring the police and tell them santa was burgling her house when the lights came on. Groggy from the pills, her mind struggling to wake, she dropped he phone on the floor. It landed with a thump and wouldnt switch back on. Now what was she to do?
Foolishly and full of false bravado now she could see, she went into the living room armed with her umbrella.
Two people, she staring at him with shock, and he stared at her with something similar. They stopped still for a heartbeat or two. He wasn't wearing red, and he didn't have a white beard. She wasn't his ex girlfriend and nothing in this house was familiar. But he was wearing a santa cap and she was wearing fetching tartan, fleecey PJ's holding an umbrella! They both tried to speak at the same time... But at the shock and embarressment on his face, she believed he had made a mistake- a surprise visit to an old girlfriend, the previous tenant...
He apologised, and she led him to the door, taking the key from him. But opening the door, the world before them was shrouded in white. Snow was still falling heavily landing in thick clumps. He stood outside and looked at her, she looked back at him. He was cute and he was quickly gaining a coat of white. What could she do but ask him if he wanted to shelter a while, until the snow stopped.
It must still be snowing because he is still there, and that was last christmas.
That was how my friend refound her belief in Santa Claus...
12月15日 It's not the tree thats big, its the room thats small!Well I got my xmas tree and its a strange, spindly one, but definately tall enough to nearly reach the ceiling. There was not a lot of choice in size, and a girl can have too much of a good thing, with the huge specimens that were there. So I said, 'haven't you got anything smaller'?
He smiled and said, 'not a lot of call for the smaller variety.'
Now the big ones were lovely and bushy, with huge wide bottoms! But I live in a flat, which is lovely but bijoux and the huge bottom would have swamped my furnishings. So it was the spindly lean, tall one that came home with me.
Now it's trimmed and looking very handsome, if garishly gaudy lol. And it still seems too big for my flat, but I was told It's not the tree thats big, its the room thats small! So how could I argue with that. Now I finally feel ready to embrace xmas... 12月12日 Feeliing woe is me!I have not felt much like writing this week, the cold bug caught me! I've been a touch miserable and not done much on my PC. It will be feeling neglected!
I know xmas is just around the corner, but I haven't managed to get my enthusiasm going properly yet. I still have things to get, parcels to wrap etc. But I will think about that tomorrow.
When I get my xmas tree, it will feel like xmas at last.
I called at my daughters and she has not one tree, but two!! A false one for him and a real one for her. His and her trees lol. It will be the first xmas without any kids at home, though it's nice to see them settled it will be a bit strange. Still it had to happen some time... Hm thinking about it, I may just have to have more pressies for me under the tree, as it will look decidedly bare!
12月6日 Forbidden LoveI don't care if it's not right to have your arms around me. Madonna said the words and a million women sighed as they recognised how it is to have a forbidden love. I however have more than one forbidden love! chocolate eclairs mm, chocolate mmmmm, yorkshire pudding mmmm, treacle sponge pudding mmm. But the forbidden love I love most of all is.... You and me, crisp, cream coloured sheets. Diffused daylight finding its way through slatted blinds. The breaking of time and bending it to now. I wish, I will it. To hold each other close, to be crushed against your chest, hardly able to breathe and not caring. Hands, cool but not cold, feeling them on me. Your kiss, urgent, tender yet passionate and oh so searching. Tasting everywhere, lost in sensations. Feel the heat building, wanting to talk, wanting to know but passion overtaking everything. A sob almost felt, knowing this is just for now. Turn the clock away, hold those arms back, suspend time. And lie together on that sea of cream, coloured sheets... Illicit love, brought into reality. Wishes made real. Afraid of feeling, afraid of accepting, fear unbridled, loosened by passion and need. A secret love, a love held dear, special and precious. Forbidden but who could resist the taking of forbidden fruit. Just say no, close the door, the knowledge that behind each closed door, another door awaits. You and me, a journey with feet that pay no heed to what the brain says. It walks in time to the pulse of twin heartbeats. Love does conquer all. I am feeling in a love mood again. Those words silent, now seem to shout at me as they parade across the page. Loud and brash, quiet and gentle, ever changing moods. But constancy throughout, if I whisper I love you, does it resound in your head, or be deadened by your ears. Or do you dance as I do to the tune of the romance and realism of love.
I really will have to stop listening to ballads... 12月5日 lost in youSitting here and wondering about you, a blank page before me but I am lost for what to say.
I need words, words that can say exactly what I feel, but they evade me. And suddenly you are there and I feel at last. But I still have no words to say.
My mind is filled with thoughts of you, but they won't be wrote, though I have them etched deep within me.
I have known your love, I know it still and though my mind is blank, its words distilled. The thoughts are as potent are they ever were.
A day spreads before me, things to do and a life to be lived. But always you are there, hiding in that special place that is simply you and me.
I could spin a web of words today, but they would be meaningless, bland and unnew. Because my mind is still wrapped within you.
To try and put us down, to spell out what we are, is to capture us and that could never be.
I really, simply am lost in you...
12月2日 Having FunI went out with my sister and a friend yesterday night. A night out on the town in Wakefield, on a Saturday is not for the weak-hearted. But I have to say I haven't enjoyed myself so much in ages. Not since my birthday ;) My sister and I were so girly, flirty and giggly. I think the alcohol helped a bit, though I didn't drink too much.
Though I nearly hit a bad spot before I even got out, what was I to wear!!!
It's a long time since I glammed up, even in a casual way. And the clothes that fit, are the clothes that are well worn! So it was on with my black top, and dark blue jeans. I can wear my low heels now that my akle is finally mending. But I looked like I usually do when I go to the pub in the afternoon with my mum and sister.
So to make a change, I glossed my hair. Straightened and waved it-and it looked swishisly fabulous. But I needed something other than metallic- purple eyeshadow. Ohh my memory! of course my chain-mail handbag from simply b- absolutely bling worthy; and my gorgeous, dangly earrings from America that my daughter bought me.
It's amazing how just a few things can make you feel great, and take you from ordinary everyday. Mind you I could get used to this going out lark. And to the fella who was flirting outragously from across the bar, you were simply mad- but great fun :)
A great night out-more is all I can say...
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