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SEAN WOODWARD "We should show this to Papa" said the youngest sister. The eldest walked up to her and taking her hand spoke slowly. "Papa will not return from evening mass for a while yet little sister. I will speak with him then." The other sister looked on with incredulous eyes but said nothing. She was afraid that this was some kind of witchcraft that their father was always warning them against. She had wanted to go outside at the first sign of snow, to play in the transformed brilliant wilderness. Papa would not approve of such frivolity. Sometimes they thought it a curse to be the daughters of a clergyman. With their mother dead it seemed that no-one really understood their world at all. They dreamed of balls and royalty whilst Papa was forever telling them to cherish the simple things in life, to get by with few means. Grandpapa had always seemed an antidote to his son, with his exciting tales of travels in Africa and the Middle East. He inhabited a bright world which they could understand. Papa did not. More children had scooped snow from the garden wall as the night drew out. As quickly as they did this the fresh falls of snow wiped out all traces of them. Slowly but surely the winter weather was covering Brampton is thicker layers of white, erasing all the dullness of the old world with the promise of a winter wonderland. "Come, let us finish decorating the tree" said the eldest sister, wrapping the object and putting it back once more in its drawer. She pulled the heavy drapes shut and lit the candles positioned safely away from the material. As they started to hang small trinkets upon the tree the drawing room burst open and Grandpa strode in. Immediately the three sisters ran into his arms for one huge hug, oblivious to the dusting of snow they received from his still wet clothes. He feigned a kind of surprise. "Well, well, this is unexpected my dears" he said after stepping back and passing his overcoat to Sarah, the Nanny. "Sarah please brings my bags in." The sisters looked at one another with elation. That could only mean he had brought their Christmas presents and they'd be able to arrange them around the tree tonight. Presently the bags were brought in and the sisters' wishes came true. Once all the brightly wrapped parcels had been placed around the base of the tree, the youngest of the sisters walked up to Grandpa at the huge drawing room table. "Tell us about the Christbox again Grandpapa" she pleaded. The eldest was - 86 -

Estronomicon Christmas 2008  

The eZine of fantasy, sci-fi and horror

Estronomicon Christmas 2008  

The eZine of fantasy, sci-fi and horror

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