December, the 25th
Dear Lexi,
I hope you’re having a good time, there. It’s been really snowy and cold on here. Right now I’m sitting at my desk writing this with a cup of hot chocolate right in front of me, and Buddy is lying at my feet. I bought him one of those wool jackets they make for dogs, and he looks really funny. It’s actually cute.
Yesterday when I was about to leave work, Josh came up to me and told me that some of the people at the office were going to have a Christmas dinner and asked me to go with them. As I had no plans I said yes.
It was no surprise that some people here at the office have no one to spend Christmas Eve with; as you know, most of us, including me, don’t have any days off before nor after Christmas, and some of the workers in the office, had to travel a long way from their homes in order to be employed. I kind of feel bad for them, leaving their families every Monday, to spend the next five days of the week living and working in the city, to only return home on Friday night… I also left my family when I moved here to work, but it was a while ago. I’ll just probably see them on New Year’s Eve, but I sent them presents and today I got theirs in the mail box.
Anyways, back to the subject; yesterday I had Christmas dinner with a few pals from the office on a really nice restaurant. I know Josh has family here in the city, but he just got through his divorce and spent the night in a quite sad mood. I tried to cheer him up, which is pretty ironic if we stop and think about it; trying to cheer someone up when you’re not even happy yourself… Yes, I spent a really big part of the night thinking about you. Remembering our last Christmas here at home; I got up earlier, made breakfast and then we ate it in bed together. Afterwards I took you by the hand and led you up to the Christmas tree and gave you a present for you to unwrap. It was that beautiful necklace you wore every single day from then on- until you ripped it out of your own neck and tossed it to the ground on the day we had our fight… I still have it on my bedside table.
I did get you a present this year as well. It’s still wrapped up under the Christmas tree over there; I thought about leaving it at your new house… but I lacked the courage. Maybe someday I’ll have the guts to give it to you. They say it’s better late than never.
Well I guess I’ll just snuggle in bed with Buddy and watch those Christmas movies they put on TV every year. My hot chocolate is getting cold, though.
Merry Christmas Lexi.
Love,
Sam
YOU ARE READING
From Sam to Lexi
ContoLexi was everything to Sam. He loved her deeply and never thought anything could happen and tear them both apart. But it did. In this book Sam writes nine letters to Lexi pouring his heart out. As Sam writes more and more letters to Lexi, you'll be...
