All I Want for Christmas is You

Wonderful Time Of Year

•Y/N: Your Name
•E/C: Eye Color

Your POV:

I sigh as I burry my face into my fluffy, blue scarf, and my body gives a light shiver. My boots softly tap against the pavement that's lightly dusted with snow. Little, white snowflakes flutter down from the grey clouds in the sky as a light wind pushes them around. It's that time of year again, cold and snowy winter. Thankfully, a bit of sunlight manages to slip past the dark clouds to give light to the Earth. Children play in the surrounding snow while giggling merrily as they throw snowballs at each other, make snowmen, regardless of how little snow they received, and let's not forget the infamous snow angels. My E/C orbs linger on the kids for a few moments as I pass them. A light smile finds its way to my face.

'Must be nice.' I catch a bit of their conversation as I walk by. They chatted about what they are going to ask Santa for Christmas. Ah, yes, Christmas: a joyous occasion celebrated by many, but to me, it's simply another day of the year. I sometimes see it as a horrible reminder that I have no one to share such a wonderful holiday with; a day that reminds me I am all alone in this big world.

I can't help but dwell into my past whenever I hear about this joyous holiday. For as long as I could remember, I've been left on my own. I was only an infant when I was put into an orphanage. From there, I was thrown into several foster homes only to come right back where I started. I never understood why I was always brought back.

All the families I've been with were very nice, and I don't think anything was wrong with me, but something made people stay away. Was it that I don't express my emotions well? I sometimes have a tendency of doing that. Do I give off the impression that I like to be on my own? News flash: I don't; in fact, I absolutely hate being by myself like this.

At the orphanage I lived in, we celebrated nearly every holiday. We all had fun during the those times, especially on the days the staff let us help decorate. I haven't celebrated a holiday since, though, for what would be the point? I have no one to share that time with. It's been a full year since I've left now.

I became too old to live in the orphanage, so I was kicked out at age eighteen. I'm nineteen now and living completely on my own in a tiny apartment. I've never felt so depressed in my life. I've gone through an entire year of this, and I fear this feeling might never go away. I have no friends, no family, no one, but myself.

I sometimes find myself dropping by the orphanage often, like I have just finished doing now, to visit. I'd come say a little hello to the staff members, claiming I was just in the neighborhood. I actually go out of my way to come here. I miss them, but I know I have to come to terms with this new life eventually, cut the cord and all that. Currently, I'm on my way home.

I had walked all the way from work to the orphanage, so now I'm ready to just hide under my blankets to warm up. I work in a family restaurant. It's not anything fancy, but they pay pretty well. I was so tempted to work on Christmas to keep myself occupied that day, but I have a strong feeling that I shouldn't. I feel as though it's mandatory that I don't go to work on that day, like I'd regret it. A soft voice from behind me breaks me out of my thoughts. I listen closely as they sing to themselves.

"It's the most wonderful time of the year.
With the kids jingle belling,
And everyone telling you, 'be of good cheer'.
It's the most wonderful time of the year!"