Hello, all! -glances around nervously- ...I'm back. I can't apologize enough for being away for so long... But! I have good news for the new year- which you'll see as soon as I can!

Anyhoo, it's a little late, but I wrote a Christmas story a week or two ago! It was for an online Secret Santa, so I had to keep it secret for a while. XD Here it is without any changes! Just one note- this story is completely free from my POF stories, no Cat-people or anything, wow. o.o Weeeell, you'll see! Happy New Year from Tesh : ):

Merry Christmas to my Stalkee!! This story is © to LG. No, I’m not telling you who the LG the Stalker is yet. XD

A Lonely Holiday

“Christmas Time is Here.”

Sarra gazed at the sign on a store window. Christmas, huh?

She sloshed through the slushy streets on Christmas Eve, keeping her threadbare gray shawl close around her thin frame.

Sarra couldn’t remember the last time she spent Christmas with someone. Being seven years old, she didn’t remember much of anything. She couldn’t remember ever being warm either. She was always by herself.

She sniffed, her tiny nose running. It was heavily snowing, and the streets were alive with people bustling about, trying to enter warms cars and homes. Sarra watched them with envy.

One time, Sarra was offered a place to live. She remembered it being called an “orphanage.” She didn’t like it there- it was full of children like herself. Children who made fun of her gray eyes, which matched the color of the snowstorm’s sky.

“ ‘Ey ol’ Gray-Eyes!”

“Who has gray eyes?? Everyone knows that’s the color of a witch.”

“Witch! No- demon! Ha ha!”

Sarra frowned at the memories. She was not a witch. She didn’t know why the children called her that. Even the adults at the orphanage were wary of her. So, she decided to run away from that bad place.

The snow fell heavier and flew into her eyes, and her wispy brown hair flew into her face. She shivered, and trudged on. By chance, she had found an old gray shawl, dark brown coat, gray plaid skirt, and brown boots that fit her exactly. She was thankful. She wondered how she was able to find such things, especially being that everyone was busy Christmas shopping...

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He looked past the bustling crowd. Yes, it was she. He could see her gray eyes when she turned every which-way, trying to find an opening through the towering adults.

The wind rustled the shoulder-length jet-black hair of a tall, handsome young man. His red scarf fluttered, as well as his long, gray overcoat. He looked slightly out of place, compared with the dark coats and bowler hats of the men and long dresses and bonnets of the women. However, people jostled by him, and it seemed like they didn’t notice him.

Wayne held a porcelain doll in his beautiful hands. His next task was to have Sarra find the doll. He began to think of a plan.

However, someone small collided into him. Surprised, Wayne looked down to find himself staring into the eyes of Sarra.

“Uhm, I’m sorry, s-sir,” she whispered timidly. She curtsied a little and then turned to stumble away.

Wayne stopped her, bent down to her level, and smiled. “It’s all right. What’s a little girl doing out here by herself?”

Sarra blushed and didn’t look him in the eye. “I... I’m just walking home.”

“Home? Would you like me to come with you?”

“N-no. It’s okay. G-Good-bye.” Sarra curtsied again and shuffled away.

Wayne smiled slightly as he watched her go. The doll was missing from his hands, and he knew that.

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Sarra stopped walking and turned to look at the handsome man again. He was gone. She wondered who he was...

She turned and walked on. Perhaps she would sleep in the Park tonight? The thought chilled her.

“I don’t want to die...”

Sarra sniffed again, though not from the cold. Then she looked down.

A doll. She held the prettiest doll she ever saw in her hands. Its porcelain skin gleamed despite the sun being hidden by the clouds. Silky red hair fell in waves around its hand-painted face. Sarra’s eyes widened as she gazed at the doll.

“B-But, how...?”

Sarra glanced back again. Had... the man given her the doll?

She smiled. She’d have to thank him if she saw him again. She had never received a present in her life.

Somehow, she thought that this Christmas would be wonderful.

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Wayne smiled, looking down at Sarra from above, his iridescent white robe billowing around him. Mission accomplished. Phase two should be happening about... now.

He watched as Sarra sat down on a bench at the Park, cradling her new doll. She was shivering.

A married couple strolled past. The wife paused in front of the girl.

“...Are you alone, dear?”

Sarra stubbornly shook her head. “I’m fine.”

The husband’s eyes widened. “No, you’re shivering!” He quickly untied his wool scarf and wrapped it around the child.

“...Thank you,” Sarra whispered.

The married couple were very concerned when Sarra sneezed. Then, she collapsed.

Mr. and Mrs. Stanton quickly brought Sarra to their home on Burrow Drive, and called the doctor.

Dr. Kyle arrived and left in about thirty minutes, saying that Sarra would be all right after bed rest.

“Thank the Lord,” Mrs. Stanton said. She placed a hand on Sarra’s forehead. “What is your name?”

“...Sarra.”

“Well, Sarra,” said Mr. Stanton, “if it is okay with your parents you can rest here until Christmas Day.”

Sarra’s eyes grew glassy, and she slowly informed the Stantons that she was an orphan.

Tears also came to Mrs. Stanton’s warm brown eyes, and she bent down to hold the child. The married couple both held her, despite her gray eyes.

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Years later, it was Christmas time again. A fourteen-year-old with gray eyes strolled down the streets with giftbags in hand. She paused when she heard someone crying softly.

Sarra comforted a little boy dressed in rags, with gray eyes like herself. She held his hand and brought him home, and her mother and father eventually took the boy in just like their daughter.

Up above, Wayne smiled down from Heaven when he saw Sarra Stanton, her parents, and their new son in Sarra’s room, with her porcelain doll in plain view.

A Lonely Holiday, The End

May everyone have an Angel watching over you at Christmas time! Happy Holidays!