The bench I lay on was hard and uncomfortable, and I was just beginning to be sober enough to feel it.
“Christmas Eve,” an old man slurred at me. “Iss Christmas Eve. Won’t see ‘nother one. Too old.”
Christmas Eve. I should have been home. I should have gone home with my pockets full of cash and a present for you, but one for the road turned into two, turned into three, turned into too many to count, and they picked me up as I swayed across the bridge, shouting abuse at birds and cars.
The old man began to sing.
“Let the grasses grow, and the waters flow in a free and easy way, but give me enough of the rare old stuff that’s made near Galway Bay!”
I turned to face the wall and closed my eyes. I wondered what you were doing. Were you waiting up for me? Were you worrying about me?
I dozed off as the old man sang, my dreams full of his “Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um.”
When the cops woke me a few hours later to throw me out, my head was clearer than it had been for years. The money I’d won, we could use it to set ourselves up. I’d pay for those singing lessons you wanted; they’d set you up to win your next audition, and then boom! Straight onto Broadway. It was going to be a good year. The year all our dreams came true.
As I stepped outside into the snowy streets, the police choir started singing.
“If you ever go across the sea to Ireland then maybe, at the closing of your day, you can sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh, and see the sun go down on Galway Bay.”
I smiled as I turned my collar up against the cold and practised what to say when I got home.
“Happy Christmas. I love you baby.”
Β© Kari Fay
(Author’s Note- Today’s story is inspired by “Fairytale of New York”, my favourite Christmas song. Happy Christmas everyone!)
Laurita said:
Good story. It’s one of my favourite songs too. π
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Kari Fay said:
I salute your taste, Laurita! Thank you for reading and Happy Christmas.
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Steve Green said:
Oh Kari, thank you for this story, I think it is a wonderful piece of writing. “A fairy tale in New York” is my all-time favourite Christmas tune, I thought Kirsty McColl a brilliant singer, and was saddened by her tragic death.
Have a very happy Christmas Kari. π
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Kari Fay said:
It’s a popular song, Steve! Thank you very much for your kind comments, and Happy Christmas to you too.
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laradunning said:
Boy is he going to be in for it when he gets home. I hope he didn’t spend all the money he won!
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Kari Fay said:
I think her line is “Happy Christmas your arse”… Thanks for reading, and Happy Christmas to you!
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Deanna Schrayer said:
A great story for a great song Kari! I hope you had a wonderful Christmas!
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Kari Fay said:
Thanks Deanna! Yes, thank you, I had a very nice Christmas with my family in the house and far too much food! Hope yours was good too π
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Stephen said:
A nice story. Being on the other side of the pond, I’ve never heard that song before. Thank you for posting it on your blog as well. It always good to see and learn something new.
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Kari Fay said:
Thank you – I had no idea the song wasn’t well known over there, for some reason I always kind of assumed it was universal!
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Colin James I-10 Blog said:
God stuff. Had to click as being a Pogues fan I was obviously intrigued and happily not disappointed π I can feel the cold and smell the whisky.
Well done.
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Kari Fay said:
Phew! Glad you liked it π
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