I wish it could be Christmas Everyday

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

   "What's wrong?" Elijah asked watching Elena.

          A living room where they stood, lined with the glow of tinsel and glittering stars, a warm fireplace with holly and elm covering the mantle piece and almost hiding the faces inside the picture frames that stood in front of the large mirror in the centre - it held a picture of the two of them, blutac  kept it stuck to the outside of the frame, why it was not in a frame was because it meant something more and couldn't be locked away like some treasure to be hidden in a closet or someplace where they might forget it ever existed.

Memories were too important to Elena and Elijah to go to waste. Elena kept her own diary and wrote in it every night, she was now twenty-years-old, but she'd kept the same diary and many just like it since the day she was ten. She still remembered the first words she wrote in the blank coloured diary she'd been given on Christmas when her parents froze outside in the cold when their car broke down.

    It hadn't been snowing that year, but her parents were recovered with an avalanche of snow and icicles that had formed a crown on both their heads, festering their hairs. It was the first time she'd ever caught a glimpse of snow, but today was the first time in many that her light-brown eyes had seen the white, all eyes were mostly white, but with the hint of colour that made them unique and who they are - many people have the same colour of eyes, but it still took them apart, after all a boy and girl both with the same colour of eyes are still not the same person after all . So, why is it that Elena saw her reflection in the glass of the windows, and in that small mirror eyes were staring back at her. Her own eyes, yet only white, the colour had faded and made her look like a ghost, or was it just her mind playing tricks on her?

"I've never seen the snow before." Elena said raising her hand and smearing the window with the skin of her palm.  

     Snowflakes landed on the glass, in her palm, melting and crying tears down her. Elena never cried in the winter, only when  the winds were too cold made bit at her face with fangs of frost, her eyes let water flow reflexively, but they were tears without emotion. Not true, of course, Christmastime was the most emotional time of the year. Elena loved the shopping, gift giving and watching the faces of so many little ones jumping for joy. It was this year that Elena had rummaged through the attic and basement of her own house, looking for old toys and clothes to give to the children tonight on Christmas Eve.

        Every year, as a child, Elena, Caroline and Bonnie watched as their parents and the oldest students and even the members of the Mystic Falls Council gathered up the whole town in the square of the Mayors house - this year was the first year of the Gilbert's; Elena's uncle John was now mayor since her father Grayson Gilbert had passed away with her mother, Miranda, the town even brought red roses for the memorial headstone that lay behind the mansion for her parents. Caroline even still kept some of the old crinkled pictures that she drew for her parents. She drew unicorns, but her first one was not the best, everybody laughed at her, but after Elena and Bonnie helped her add a bit of colour. Caroline probably threw it away when she turned eleven the next again year. Bonnie made a small birds nest, with some help from her father and her 'grams' helped carve a few robins which she and Bonnie painted, but it was the feathers that gave it the right touch. White feathers that they put around the nest and birds. The nest might still be there, but it might be covered in snow, and impossible to notice, but snow was just like any other blanket or cover that people hid under, it always disappeared and what lay beneath would come back.
   "Never." Elijah said, but didn't ask.