The Days After Christmas
By John Nieman
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Lindsay Brinkley had begun to dread Christmas. As she liked to tell her out-of-town kids, “It’s all months of commercial preparation, and then poof! It’s over in one day.” Inspired by some TV interviews with department store Santa’s who share that sentiment, she decides to extend the season with weeks of anonymously
John Nieman
John Nieman, an accomplished artist and writer, has exhibited his paintings throughout the United States and in Europe. His first book of art and poetry, Art of Lists was published in 2007. He has published two novels, The Wrong Number One and Blue Morpho. In addition, he recently published a childen's book called The Amazing Rabbitini. Mr. Nieman lives in Dobbs Ferry, New York, and is the father of five children.
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The Days After Christmas - John Nieman
CHAPTER 1
December 24
FOR SEVERAL YEARS now, Lindsay Brinkley actually preferred Christmas Eve to Christmas Day.
A big part of it was the fact that there was still a tiny modicum of anticipation before Santa supposedly came down the chimney after midnight to deposit gifts while his reindeer waited on the roof. Of course, at age sixty-three, Lindsay largely interpreted the fable with a grain of salt. However, partly out of habit and superstition, she really never deposited the gifts under the tree until Christmas morning.
It was a holdover from when her three kids were home. When they were little munchkins, she and her husband would tuck them in bed on Christmas Eve and invite them to dream about a wonderful white Christmas. Just to get them in the mood, she would play Christmas carols on the stereo for hours. At the time, it would be mostly Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra, Rosemary Clooney, Judy Garland, Burl Ives, and Nat King Cole.
Over the last decade, she had added a few holiday songs, but those classics were still her favorites. Tonight, she listened to It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year.
Right! Sure! Whatever you say,
she mumbled to herself sarcastically.
To try to break this downer attitude, she flipped the music to We Need a Little Christmas
by Johnny Mathis. She particularly sympathized with the lyric:
For I’ve grown a little leaner
Grown a little colder
Grown a little sadder
Grown a little older
And I need a little angel sitting on my shoulder
We need a little Christmas now
Instinctively, she knew the sentiment was true and very germane to her current funk. As a concession to the lyric, she did haul out the holly, or at least rearrange it by a few inches on the mantle. Then she put the finishing touches on her Christmas tree. It wasn’t much. She felt there were a few too many red ornaments on a few boughs. So she simply rearranged them up or down. Looking at the tree that had been in the same corner of the living room for thirty-two years, she felt it at least represented the spirit of the night before Christmas.
Satisfied that she had done some things to accommodate the season, she then showered to try to wash away any remaining sad thoughts. Ever since she was a young woman, she always found this exercise a reviving experience. She then applied a minimum of makeup and put on a bright-red dress that telegraphed Christmas.
She still had fifteen minutes before she would attend the same December 24 party she had attended for decades. It had become a Christmas custom at the Dimlings, who lived just two doors down the street. Every Christmas Eve, they threw a rather elaborate bash for the neighborhood, complete with catered food and a hired piano player.
When Lindsay’s children were young and approximately the same age as the Dimlings, it was great fun to see all the kids giggle about the season and dream of sugarplums. The Dimlings’ kids still lived in Westchester County and made a point of attending every year, along with the grandkids. So in some respects, it still had some of the magic of once upon a time.
Other families that had just moved to the neighborhood also attended with their kids, so the tradition still lived, albeit without Lindsay’s offspring.
A few years back, Lindsay actually spoke with Diane Dimling about taking a pass on the holiday party. Mrs. Dimling wouldn’t hear of it. You are a major part of this community and the Christmas Eve party. It just wouldn’t be the same without you.
Consequently, she did promise to attend and actually looked forward to the event. It always seemed to be a good and uplifting evening with Swedish meatballs, fresh sliced turkey, and fudge brownies. Little kids always seemed to be running around, up and down the staircases. Wineglasses clinked. Christmas carols were sung by the piano man.
Even on this umpteenth time, it felt good and helped dim the dark outlook that Lindsay had for tomorrow. As she blew kisses to all the new neighbors and hugged some of the Dimling grandkids, she actually sensed a little pep in her step as she walked out the door and felt the snowflakes, which had just begun to dot the street.
Wow.
She smiled to herself as she walked down the porch steps and began to make her way back to her lonely home. It didn’t take long for her smile to dissipate.
As she opened the door to her once-bustling family home, she again looked at the lit tree and admittedly did feel a brief flutter of Christmas cheer. Silently, she walked around the empty home, turned out the lights, and sobbed herself tosleep.
CHAPTER 2
December 25
AS SHE SIPPED her morning coffee, Lindsay looked at the crinkled tissue paper, the unneeded cashmere sweater (her third in the color of plum), the brown leather gloves, the not-unexpected chocolate-covered cashews, and the usual assortment of Christmas cards. Rather than reread them for the fourth or fifth time, she decided to take another sip of her French vanilla blend and walk to the picture window.
It was still snowing. There were few drivers on the street and no pedestrians. As a matter of fact, it looked exactly like an idealized romantic postcard.
Of course, postcards do tend to be better than reality. Otherwise, everything in the stores would be selfies. (And who would buy these but the ones who took the pictures?) Instead, she looked back at the Christmas cards for the fifth or sixth time. Here was one with a snowman