Title: Jingle Bells
Author: Shara, aka me.
Summery: The snow was lightly falling, each glistening snowflake hitting the light just right and creating a miniature rainbow. It was mid-afternoon on a Saturday and outside, it was the picture of peace. Inside, it was chaos.
Pairing(s): Adam/His Wife? Lol, none.
Comments: Something I had to write for English class. Hope you like it. It amuses me, tbh.
The snow was lightly falling, each glistening snowflake hitting the light just right and creating a miniature rainbow. It was mid-afternoon on a Saturday and outside, it was the picture of peace.
Inside, it was chaos.
The smell of burnt cookies was in the air and you could hear crashes and muttered curse words. It was decorating time.
This would be the time to scream and run home to your mommy.
Adam was currently decorating the tree and his wife was "supervising" (meaning she told him exactly what to do and yelled at him even if he got it right). He was stringing the lights around the tree when his wife hit him in the head.
"What are you doing? You can't just stand there, holding the lights and rotating the tree. You're getting pine needles everywhere!" She complained.
He simply said, "Yes, Honey" and corrected his obvious mistake. Insert eye-roll here.
Once he was finished, he plugged the lights in and smiled at his work. All of a sudden, the lights started blinking rapidly. He screamed- a very manly scream- and started frantically turning the little knob. The lights stopped blinking for a moment then continued blinking twice as fast.
"I give up!" Adam exclaimed, ripping the plug out of the wall. Not the best idea. The tree started rocking back and forth and finally toppled over, successfully smashing the presents and making all Adam's hard work pointless.
"Look what you did!" Adam's wife shouted. "You destroyed everything!"
"If you're so smart, then you fix it!"
His wife simply stared at him and walked out of the room.
"Where did you go?" He asked when his wife returned, notebook and pencil in hand.
"Sit," she said, pointing at the couch. Adam immediately did as he was told. She handed him the notebook and pencil and he stared at them confusedly.
"What are these for?"
"I'm going to decorate this tree. You're going to take notes." She answered while picking the tree pack up and untangling the string of lights around it.
"Isn't this kind of unness-" Adam stopped when he saw the look his wife gave him. Death Glare #33, he thought, or maybe #42.
His wife moved quickly to fix the mess of a Christmas tree. She put the lights on correctly and started putting all of the ornaments. He briefly noticed that his hockey ornaments weren't being put up, but didn't say anything. Instead deciding to stare in awe as his wife completed the tree in 20 minutes flat.
"You are amazing," he breathed.
His wife smirked and rubbed her nails on her shirt. "I know."
"But there's something missing," he said while pulling something out of the box.
He reached above the tree and stuck a large gold star on the top. His wife smiled and stepped back to admire the tree.
"It looks wonderful," she said.
"I did a pretty good job, didn't I?" Adam bragged. His wife rolled her eyes and patted him on the shoulder.
"Whatever gets you through the night, dear."