The Great Big Fat Christmas Gift

Like any other day, I woke up, and yawned,"Dammmnnnnnn....It's morning already?"
Unlike any other day, someone replied,"Not really."

I quickly turned my head in the direction of where those words came from,
because I thought I was alone, plus, that is just spooky.

Being as it was 4 a.m. the room was still dark, but my eyes quickly focused
onto a darker shadow.

Confussed as to what I was looking at, I utter,"What the hell?" as a small figure stepped
closer.

"Oh no no no no.", came the response,"That is not my department."

So now that I know that it was indeed not my imagination, and that someone was in my room,
I do the only reasonable thing it seems one should do. I jump out of bed at break neck speed,
while also tangling my leg up in the covers.

Luckily I catch myself before my face smacks off the floor, and then get back up to a
standing position, via the squat/thrust method.

As I got ready for an obviouse attack,"Don't be alarmed." was what I heard.
Still confussed, and getting kind of angry at this situation, I said,"You better have
a great reason for being here." Which I admit sounds like I was being an ass.

An answer of, "Please. No need to be rude." , kind of caught me off guard.

"Rude?!" I felt my anger grow tremendously. "Your in my room Pal!"

"Again. Not really." then silence.

I finally had a thought that I could have used earlier. I turned on the light beside my bed.
Turning my face from the light I saw what was in my room.

I gasped, "I must be dreaming. This can't be real."

Standing before me was my mother. She died 25 years ago.

"Mom?" I softly spoke.

"No." Came a calm and gentle reply.

"Then why do you look like my Mother?" I asked, feeling a saddness wash over me.

"Because I know your mother, and I know you. I am Death."

"I had always imagined you as a scyth wielding, skeleton in a cloak?" I said half jokingly,
becoming more curious about the events that where unfolding.

"You could always make her laugh and smile with your humor.", Death said with a giggle.

As I sit back down on my bed I sighed,"Well. What happens now?"

"There is no now. There is no yesterday. There is no tomorrow." Death held her,
hand out. "We have to go now."

I stand up and look at Death. As I reach for Death's hand I lower my gaze and tilt my head.

I felt myself becoming parylized as I noticed the reflection of the scyth in my window being held
by a boney hand.


The End


Merry Christmas to you and yours.

The is my Great Big Fat Christmas gift to you.

a reply to: highvein

I loved it!

Thanks for that.

originally posted by: TNMockingbird
a reply to: highvein

I loved it!

Thanks for that.

You are always so sweet TNM. Happy Holidays.

Nice writing Highvein! It kind of reminds me of the Christmas Carol (movie) where the ghost of past, present and future visited Ebenezer Scrooge!

Anyhow! Merry Christmas!

originally posted by: Trucker1
Nice writing Highvein! It kind of reminds me of the Christmas Carol (movie) where the ghost of past, present and future visited Ebenezer Scrooge!

Anyhow! Merry Christmas!

Thank you Tucker. Merry Christmas.

a reply to: highvein

That was a great read.........loved it. Thank you for sharing.

originally posted by: Tarzan the apeman.
a reply to: highvein

That was a great read.........loved it. Thank you for sharing.

I am happy you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading.