Some of the other employees and I were wondering if we could have some time off for Christmas, put up some decorations, or set up some charity work to spread the cheer.
We are the busiest publishing and news company in New York City! We don't have time for foolish festivities or charity of any kind! Now leave me before I decide to fire you and the other employees who wanted to ask me this!!!
Brings back memories, don't you remember the beautiful Christmases of your childhood? The ice skating, carols, decorations, and Christmas cheer? Why do you refuse to let yourself be happy? Let go of the past and the pain. Be happy, be yourself, like you once were as a child.
It was Christmas time in New York City and the CEO of Jennings Publishing and CO., Myra Jennings, was working in her office on an article about how Christmas negatively affected society.
They know nothing about me! I'm perfectly happy with no one in my life...and I don't need anyone leaving it again.
Just then an employee barged into Myra's office just as she was about to conclude her article, which she was very unpleased about.
Needing a break from her aggravating employees, Myra walked to the breakroom window and looked out onto Central Park. Her gaze fell upon a couple with a small girl who were ice skating with bright smiles on their faces. She was hit with a wave of longing and pain by the sight, then suddenly, she received a text from an unknown number.
Can I do something to bring joy back into my life and prevent the pain of the past from repeating itself?
Myra was shocked, who was this? How did they know about her painful past Christmases? Myra grew angry, this was most likely just a prank. She merely turned off her phone and ignored the truth the message held. Myra walked back to her office hoping to get some work done despite the unknown number nonsense.
She sat at her desk when she saw a picture lying on her desk that wasn't there before. She drew back in shock, in the picture was the kind woman that was stolen from her all those Christmases ago, the man she had tried to forget since childhood, and her childhood self, looking more joyful than Myra had been in years.
The picture reminded her of the joyous and giving memories she had of Christmas in her youth and found herself longing for that feeling again. But, it also reminded her of the Christmases of pain, greif, and wondering if she was wanted.