Day 7 : Life of an Xmasessential : Winner

haminasto

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MsChanadlerBong

Title : Kissing my way through life 

Genre : speculative fiction

Have you ever wondered about the purpose of your life or why do you exist on this beautiful planet? I have, plenty of times. Being a mistletoe, I'm probably the one Christmas decoration with an actual purpose. Although I must admit, I'm not satisfied with it. Getting one's existence reduced to a single moment is not excatly exciting especially if your sole aim is to drench the thirst of human attraction. 

I can't begin to form words for the great person who thought kissing your beloved under the mistletoe was worthy to be carried out as a tradition. The tradition that was passed down through a long period of time. Humans evolved enormously throughout time yet never evolved out of the idea of kissing under me. Just the other day, a child of age seven kissed his friend standing under me. I wouldn't like to imagine the kind of boy he would grow out to be. I didn't have to cause somewhere my gut feeling told me, that he would come back after years and do the same with someone else. And I would be here, as helpless as ever. A few days ago, a teen used me to get her crush to kiss her. Smart I would say if I didn't hate being used. My work was rather a tragedy. At least for me and I wasn't fond of Christmas. Too many emotions to share which meant too many kisses. It wasn't interesting to watch the public display of affection of various people I simply couldn't care about. Yesterday, a woman came in and made a sly remark about.. well me. The man beside her blushed and kissed her. Even from where I was, I could feel it was awkward. And why wouldn't it be, just a day before she came with another man and did the same. All I could do was try not laugh, not that I could. Ms Buttercup was definitely getting some action in her life. 

But there were times where I enjoyed my work. When the young soldier was parting with his newlywed bride and shared a last kiss under me or when a child kissed her mother to carry out the tradition. It felt beautiful. 

I couldn't change my identity or my purpose so I learnt to live with it. I got to star in movies sometimes and played the cupid in most Christmas novels. And there wasn't much a mistletoe could ask for. 

Yes, there was, just little less kisses and more social distancing. 

MsChanadlerBong

Title : Being an angel isn't easy

Genre : Humour, satire

Oh how rude of me not to notice you, apologises dear intruders for my attention was rather focused on the morning sun grazing my wooden body. I am an angel. Well not exactly, just a replica a human carpenter happened to craft. I was passed down as a family heirloom, cherished and protected for I was believed to be one of my kind. And of course I was, no one could surpass the legacy of my family especially not those plastic decoration balls that hung below the tree. I felt it to be a slap on my pride for being placed on the same tree as them. For heaven's sake, my cousins were belived to have graced the royal tree and served the queen but, who would explain that to these ignorant humans. Among all in the Williams family, Mary (now a Grey) was the most unappreciative of traditions and it had been my bad fortune for I was gifted to her. She cared for me as much as she did for her unoriginal ornaments which was simply atrocious! However, one cannot cry much about their destiny especially a wooden doll since it's not in our nature to shed tears. So as the afternoon came I began to list down things I was happy for. For starters I was glad that I was on top of the tree and not hung below as Whiskers, the family dog kept knocking over the tree, licking the decorations, playing them with his dirty paws. I got shivers just imagining the scenario and that almost made me feel bad for the plastics pieces. Almost. There was so much a doll could feel. A light wind blew in, in the evening that made the toy Santa change his direction making him face me directly. He gave a leer smile. I tried to roll my eyes only if I could. Santa was based on the fairytale character Santa Claus who didn't exist. Well I'm sorry if I burst your happy bubble but having hung up for good amount of Christmas seasons had me realise that Santa was a trick a smart parent came up with just so they could get their children to behave. Santa in our home was the father, Will Grey who sneaked in every Christmas eve as a thief in his own house and placed the gifts under the tree for his children who were anything but good, to be honest. But, who was I to judge? After all, if I had working limbs and bones I would have loved to jump around as them. As the night sprung, the family gathered by the fireplace sharing the accounts of their day. It was my favourite part of the day. As much as I despised them, I was a Grey now and I do love them. But, I am nothing but grateful for the fact, that Christmas came once a year, because tolerating them for more than that would be a real struggle.