Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 25, 2009 2:46:14 GMT -8
The snow began to fall quietly. Or rather, rain that was just cold enough to fall slightly slower, and with a light bounce to it. Long Beach certainly was cold enough to turn this sleeted rain into small flakes, but no one would witness it. Most would be tucked away in their beds for Christmas, others where out partying and undaunted by the outside world. However Bastille sat on top of the roof watching it. Her crimson eyes missed the snow that covered the island of England in winter…and her heart yearned for the Coventry carol that sang in the air of the British Christmas.
But she had a job to do. Although not her style, and she still chose to remain anonymous, she walked around 259 holding cards in her sack. Slowly she went to each students desk or locker (giving the fact she could find everyone’s addresses from the school index) and placed a single letter inside. It states even more simply “Happy Christmas” which was perhaps a dead give away as to who its sender was. After all it was not American to say “happy” but rather “merry”.
Bastille posted a piece of holly with each card and smirked as she finished with the last desk, the rain outside having vanished. It was cloudy and cold. Walking out of the school and down the street towards her own warm home and her own small, but lovingly filled Christmas…..Bastille began to sing.
“God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay…remember Christ our savior was born on Christmas day. To save us all from Satan’s power when we where gone astray….O’ tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy, O’-o tidings of comfort and joy….”
But she had a job to do. Although not her style, and she still chose to remain anonymous, she walked around 259 holding cards in her sack. Slowly she went to each students desk or locker (giving the fact she could find everyone’s addresses from the school index) and placed a single letter inside. It states even more simply “Happy Christmas” which was perhaps a dead give away as to who its sender was. After all it was not American to say “happy” but rather “merry”.
Bastille posted a piece of holly with each card and smirked as she finished with the last desk, the rain outside having vanished. It was cloudy and cold. Walking out of the school and down the street towards her own warm home and her own small, but lovingly filled Christmas…..Bastille began to sing.
“God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay…remember Christ our savior was born on Christmas day. To save us all from Satan’s power when we where gone astray….O’ tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy, O’-o tidings of comfort and joy….”
HAPPY HOLIDAYS ONE AND ALL OF 259.
