Collection of Short Stories and Poetry

Frost was glistening like jewels shining as though it was worth a million pounds. The wind was whistling like a naughty child intermittently. Figures of people hustled around to gather Christmas presents last minute. Their faces were full joy like sunshine because of the air of Christmas was approaching. Kids unable to sleep, counting the hours and pacing within houses. Chestnuts were roasting on the open fires, turkeys defrosting and stockings being laid out in anticipation for Santa’s arrival.      Christina was inside near the warmth of the fire which glowed red and arose like a phoenix from the ashes as it burned warming her up. She was eagerly waiting for Peter’s call. The phone rang like the jingle of bells and her heart started to beat faster. “Hello I miss you” he expressed. “So do I. Been waiting for your call all day, are you going to come back for Christmas Day?” she asked. “I hope so... Works been crazy”. He sounded tired. “Been

No One at Christmas Yellow, blue, green, white various colours of the rainbow flashing in rhythmic patterns to the jingle; We Wish You A Merry Christmas. Frost on the open ground glistening; people outside wrapped up warm, while frantically carrying bags of presents. Christmas decorations; trees, wreaths, mistletoe being displayed on the streets. Carolers visiting houses to get donations arrived at number 32 Granston Road, where Robert Stevenson lived. Robert held his cane in his hand as he rocked to get up towards the door hobbling towards it, whilst opening it with the keychain leaving a small gap. ‘We are carolers from the local Salvation Army’. They remarked with a upbeat cheer. There was a group of about five people ranging from different ages dressed as elves. ‘Hello nice to meet you, I don’t get visitors much’ he said. ‘Would you like for us to sing to you?’ they asked. ‘I used to sing to my wife you know, this was a while back. She was into Frank Sin