Inside the tiny house that is nestled in the suburbs of London Emma looked up at her Mum. “Mummy the sunshine in my picture, ” she said pointing to the drawing on the fridge door “it is sunshine colour, isn’t it … And the grass with Daddy and Mummy, it is grass colour isn’t it?” A frown sat on her face as she pursed her lips; waiting for an answer. Mary crouched beside her daughter and explained about colour and name, she drew her a colour chart while her little brother straddled Mary’s hip. Mary told her the colours of their clothes and the cushions on the sofa. During the day they sang colour songs and told rainbow stories, drew rainbows to add to the already crowded fridge door. Emma and Tom Carpenter, went to bed that night tired and happy, knowing that tomorrow would be Christmas.
On Christmas morning Emma skipped into the Kitchen. “What colour is today mummy?” She lifted her head, wearing a huge smile Mary looked at the five-year-old who was clutching pencils and pursing her lips. Mary’s pride shone from her face, as she wiped her forehead with the back of her flour encrusted hand and bent to her daughter’s height. “What colour do you think it is?” Emma screwed her brow and as if contemplating the world and left the room.
Mary wiggled and hummed to the music on the radio as she cut the last sausage roll and wiped her hands on the tea towel stuck in her waistband. Throughout the house, the air was thick with the scent of pastry and cinnamon and the sounds of happiness. The question forgot in the excitement of the day.
Tom crawled up the hall chasing his new train giggling as he went.
Dad burst through the front door stamped his feet and brushed a light dusting of snow from his hair. Joe’s nose was red and he rubbed his hands briskly to warm them.”Kisses” he called as he smacked his lips and waved mistletoe above his head.”Kisses I want kisses” he roared. Emma and Tom rushed to be lifted in a sloppy lip smacking embrace.
There were lanterns, twinkling lights and paper decorations dangling from every space in the little house. Carols rang out from the kitchen radio and sparks snapped against the guard on their open fire.
Dropping everything Mary ran to join Joe for a kiss; Singing as she went. Flour covered kisses ended in chuckling and tickles. With all four sat breathlessly on the floor. Emma looked up into her Mothers eyes and quietly said
” I think the colour is Christmas mummy”.
This is a story I wrote last year revamped, extended and wearing its very best party frock. I hope you like it and it gives you all you need to be put you firmly in the seasonal mood.
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Definitely the most beautiful color, Ellen! What a lovely thought!
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It is a good colour, I think kindness has a colour too. X
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All colors of the heart ☺
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Aw, just right for Christmas! 🙂
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I was hoping for enough but not too much schmooze. 😇
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It was clever to hold the answer until the end
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Ahhh! I am glad it was spotted, cleverness only is… if its noticed. Thank you Derrick.😇
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Colours carry an energy all their own -and Christmas of course is a myriad of colours !
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It certainly is a veritable rainbow. Thank you for coming today.😇
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This is a really lovely Christmas story. I am going to read it to my nieces today.
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Thank you so much, they maybe so excited by Christmas that they won’t sit still for too long. 😇 Merry Christmas.
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Ellen, I agree. Crayons should invent a new crayon called Christmas.
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Or a child called wisdom 😇
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thank you … Danke
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A beautiful heartwarming story. “Out of the mouth of babes”.
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I am thrilled that you came, read and commented Thank you😇
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I have been reading it seems very good i will keep reading.😇
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Reblogged this on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo.
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That’s lovely, Ellen :)Thank you! Happy Christmas!
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And the same to you Sue.
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🙂
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