The lines we cross for love

Chapter one

It was Christmas Eve , We were all sat around the dinner table the Christmas tree filled with baubles and the stockings hanging limp on the fire place waiting for old st Nick to fill them up with goods
" I want a toy soldier for Christmas " said my younger brother Kirk
" we will have to see " said my mum
After a luxurious dinner my mother looked at my father and gave him
A reassuring nod
" right I would like all of you to listen to me " he said after clearing his throat
" I have been promoted in my job and we have to move to Poland "
" when daddy " I said
" Tomorrow " said my dad with a blank expression
" but daddy what about Santa " wined Kirk
" Santa is that all you can think about bloody Santa " shouted my dad who was red in the face
" what your father is trying to say Kirky is that this job means a lot to him and I am sure that Santa Claus shall be there now of you go to bed you two night night" said mother as she beckoned to us to go to bed I walked up the stairs and got into bed I restless and couldn't sleep then there was a knock at my door and in walked kirk

"sister please tell me a story for I am to excited to sleep" he asked I beckoned to him to sit down

"Once upon a time far far away there was a young boy called kirk he had a sister a mother and a father and was loved by all his family and friends but he had to move so the next day they moved to a small village that was exotic and beautiful and in the town square there was small cottage with delicate flower boxes on the outside and inside the houses there lived little children that would play all day and sleep all night that had parents to just like me and you "

I said as i kissed him on his forehead and then I carried him to his room and tucked him into his bed once he was sound asleep I slowly tip toed into my room and drifted off into a peaceful slumber hours drifted by and I woke up to the winter sun a chill in the air I put on my dressing robe and walked downstairs to my mother whom was prepearing breakfast and my father who was reading about politics in the morning hour ,our local news paper, I cleared my throat and walked over to them

"Good Morning Mother good morning Father"

my father grunted from underneath his newspaper it was his way of acknowledging that we were in his presence but my mum turned around and flahed me her glamours smile

"Good morning darling , here is your breakfast ,once you have finished