Christmas Season
“Spot,” said Fawn, angrily. “What are you doing?”
“I’m whistling,” said Spot.
“Why?” asked Fawn. “All it is doing is making noise.”
“Fawn,” said Spot. “I always whistle while I put up the Christmas tree.”
“Oh,” said Fawn. “I should have known.”
“What is so wrong with putting up a Christmas tree?” asked Spot.
“Nothing,” said Fawn. “If you like Christmas.”
“Well,” said Spot. “I do like Christmas.”
“And,” said Fawn. “I don’t.”
“Why not?” asked Spot.
“Christmas is just not fun anymore,” said Fawn. “I mean since Great-Grandpa and Nanny aren’t here to celebrate it with us.”
It has been four years this Boxing Day since Great-Grandpa died and three and a half years since Nanny died. Fawn really took their deaths very hard because he was very close to both Great-Grandpa and Nanny.
“Oh Fawn,” said Spot, not realizing that Fawn was missing them dearly. “I’m sorry but you know what, you’ve got to stop letting their death ruin your Christmas and for that matter, every other holiday there is.”
“How will I do that?” said Fawn. “Without them here at Christmas it makes it really tough. I really miss them a lot.”
“Okay,” said Spot. “I’ll tell you what. If both Great-Grandpa and Nanny were still here today, what would they want you to do?”
“Well,” said Fawn, thinking really very hard. “I don’t know.”
“I know what they would want you to do,” said Spot. “They would want you to cherish their memories but they would want you most of all to enjoy yourself.”
“You really think so,” said Fawn.
“Absolutely,” said Spot.
“You know,” said Fawn, thinking over what Spot just said. “You are right. Nanny would never want to see me mope around during the Christmas season and either would Great-Grandpa.”
“There,” said Spot, seeing a genuine smile on Fawn’s face. “That is what Nanny and Great-Grandpa would want the most.”
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