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Christmas eve and other stories
By Paul O’neil.

In an old city bar, that’s never too far, from the places that gather, and dreams that have been. In the safety of night, and its old neon light, it beckons to strangers that always come in. And the snow it was falling, the neon was calling, the music was low, and the night, Christmas eve. But there was a danger, that even a stranger inside of this night, it was easier to believe. I walked into this bar, an old peaceful bar and shook the snow off my coat. I walked up to the counter and ordered… a whiskey! I then sat down and felt myself relaxing on this christmas eve. Then an old man came inside and asked if anyone was sitting next to me. “No”, I replied. Then he sat down and ordered both of us a drink… another whiskey! And as I looked at him, it brought a lump to my throat, that this old man was not far to the end of his life. And when we got our drinks, he tipped off my glass and started to tell a tale. This was the first of 5 tales that he told me, and here our story does begin.

The first story: An angel came down

He started off by saying, “an angel came down, one night to the earth, a
mission from God, to find out the worth. Of everything that his children had done, since that winter night, the birth of his son. And then a sound filled the night in the cold winter air, and in the midst of his flight, it was holding him there, and as he looked towards the earth, for the source of this sound, on that cold winter night. It was pulling him down. To bring something back, this angel was told that no one could touch, but angels could hold. So on that night when the sky had cleared, among all the stars, an angel appeared. And then a sound filled the night, in the cold winter air, and in the midst of his flight it was holding him there. And as he looked towards the earth, for the source of this sound. On that cold winter night. It was pulling him down.”
Then he stopped and drank the rest of his whiskey and filled both of ours back up to the top. And then he started up another story. And this story started the same way I started telling the story.

The second story: An Old City Bar
“In an old city bar, that’s never too far, from the places that gather, and dreams that have been. In the safety of night and its old neon light. It beckons to strangers that always come in. and the snow it was falling, the neon was calling, the music was low, and the night christmas eve. But there was a danger, that even a stranger inside of this night, it was easier to believe. Then the door opened wide, and a child came inside that no one in the bar had seen there before. And he asked if we knew, that outside in the snow, that someone was lost standing outside the door. And the bartender gazed, through the smoke and the haze, through the window and ice, from that corner street light, where standing alone, by a broken pay phone, was a girl the child said could no longer get home. And the snow it was falling, and the neon was calling, the bartender turned and said “Not that I care. But how would you know this?” And the child said “I’ve noticed if one could be home. They’d be already there. So the bartender came out from behind the bar. All of his life was never that far, and he did something else that he thought no one saw. He took all the cash from the register drawer. And he followed the child to the girl across the street, and we watched from the bar as they started to speak. And he called for a cab and he said J.F.K. He put the girl in the cab and the cab drove away. And we saw in his hand that the cash was all gone. From the light that she had wished upon. If you want to arrange it, this world you can change it, if we could someone make this christmas thing last. By helping a neighbor, or even a stranger. To know who needs help… You can only just ask. Then he looked for the child, but the child wasn’t there. Just the wind and the snow, waltzing dreams through the air. So he walked back inside, somehow different I think. For the rest of the night, no one paid for a drink.
And the cynics would say that some neighborhood kid wandered in on some bums, in the world where they hid. But they weren’t there, so they couldn’t see. By an old neon star on that night christmas eve. And the snow it was falling, and the neon was calling. In case you should wonder. In case you should care. While we were on our own, we never went home, on the night of all nights. We were already there.” I then asked if this all actually happened, and he said, “It was a ghost from the past.”

The third story: An Ornament
But he then continued another story about this night. “There is an ornament lost inside the night. There on a Christmas tree with a thousand lights. No one can see her, she’s standing all alone. Some where she glistens, where no one can see. I don’t believe I can say what had happened. All of those words that we put into play, but it no longer matters, I should have known that then. I just know you’re far away. On this Christmas day. Somewhere the wind carves moments in the snow, and if he sees her she’s standing all alone. He just drifts behind her, erasing every step. Tinsel and garland, the whisper of dreams. I don’t believe we could say what had happened, all of those words that we put into play. It no longer matters, I should have known that then. I just know you’re far away. On this Christmas day. Come Christmas, stay Christmas, watch over her this day, keep her, protect her, from harm now in any way. Shelter her gently, there in your arms she’ll be, until the day when you bring her back home, to me. There is an ornament, lost inside the night.”

The fourth story: An angel returned.
He then looked at the clock on the wall and said that he had time to tell one more story. He ordered me one more drink and started the tale. “An angel returned that night through the sky, though time it was short, he had to decide.
So as he flew, back over the land. The gift for his Lord was there in his hand. It was the glow of a light, it was the heart of a song, it was the tear of a child, where she never belonged. It was the wish of a soul, on an old neon light. And then the lord smiled at him on the cold winter night. Hear the bells ring through the night. Keirea among nations meaning lord among land or nations. Hear as they ring all through the night. Listen to the bells as they sing, listen to the message they bring, and for every bell. May they ring all through your life!” Then the bartender announced that the bar was closed. Everyone walked out, and the old man said, “It was good telling you the stories of our past.” he turned and walked away into the snowy night. Now you may be thinking that this story is over, but no, the night was just getting started. He stopped him and asked “Are there any other stories you know?” He then said, “Well let me tell you one last one, as a matter of fact, let me show you.”

The final story: Ghosts of Christmas Eve.
He took me to an old theater and said to me, “Hold on to my shoulder.” I did as I was told and he took out an old pocket watch and threw it into the air, and all of time was reversed to about forty years ago from that night. And we saw a lost child walking into this theater, and the old man explained everything to me that happened that night. He started off by saying, “In this room where shadows live, and ghosts that failed learn that, time forgives. The story starts with one small child who spends this night in a palace dark, where dreams are stored like sleeping hearts. Now if you ask why this child is here when all asleep and Christmas is near, it seems that she long ago left home for reasons that are now unknown. And time it erased her tracks, until she felt she could not go back. But this night will take her in, and so our story does begin. For also inside this night hidden deep and out of sight, is one who came to be it seems, the caretaker of forgotten dreams, and he saw a note that child had dropped and it said with some parts crossed,
Dear mom and dad,
I’m sorry for —
I would like to please come home,
If you could send some—.
And in her eyes, he saw the cost of every dream that she had lost.And he believes if you can change one night, It is possible to change a life. Now for lights now long gone dim, he awakes the magic still within. And at midnight on this christmas eve, a Christmas spell starts… To eve. So in this world of strange illusions and cinematic dreams. A child and her protector watched a tale about what Christmas really means. Now if you wonder why she showed no fear when all these strange things did appear, perhaps in truth, she was asleep and had dreams and hers to keep. But whether asleep or awake, we somehow know that we are safe. But then he took her to an old kenetiscope that long ago spilled out dreams, and would again he hoped. Placing a coin through the slot, he bid her “Look inside!” So those dreams from the distant past once again… Come alive! And when the film was over, the girl she just reappeared in reality, and took her by the hand and led her to different dreams. And one by one these dreams… Awaked. Then the caretaker found them both and he handed the child a program from an old lost show and pointed to the stage again to watch another tale about christmas. The most magical thing about this night is what we are now going to reiterate, all the children from the dreams stood on stage and sang a song that went, “Christmas time on a cold december morning. All is calm and the wind is just the same. Christmas time and the year will soon be leaving, gently wished upon stars to gain upon, all the world is at peace.” Then a lady came on the stage and sang a song. It went. “Remember last, christmas eve. When we sat next to our first tree. Ornaments, reflecting lights, of a candle in the night. And I gave you a music box. Back then you liked it so much, we watched it go round and round, as the melodies, they unwound. But all these things are now long gone so we can wish upon it again. But the music box continues to turn, the candle in the window continues to burn, but I know they’re just memories. Christmas past and it was you, and me. Remember that old fireplace, where we sat to warm ourselves, and the music box was above it too, so we should wish upon this again. I got the light upon the christmas tree, I got the candle lit for you to see, and inside this window you will see, how I know it’s not, I know it’s not too late”. The song ended and the caretaker gave the girl money and she returned home with her parents happy. And it is good that remembering even a singular night could change a whole life. Then the old man took the pocket watch again and threw it in the air and time was turned back to reality. And said It was time for him to go. So he walked into the snowy night, and started to disappear as he walked. That’s when I noticed, it was a ghost that came to me. And so, our story is over. And it is time to take our lead. But may God keep you and protect you, this and every Christmas eve. Merry Christmas!
The End.