Walking with christmas

It was snowing outside. As the cab drove past all the lit up stores getting readying the Christmas spirit. There was snow on the ground - still fresh and crunchy; as people walked over it that's all you heard; the crunch under their feet. She sat in the cab and watched the stores put up their light's with their tensile. Christmas tunes coming through the small crack in the window. The slowness of the cab allowed her to remember the past memories of her childhood during Christmas when it was still something of magic and when jolly ole' saint nick was still able to sneak in undetected to deliver presents. This was before she had to learn the harsh reality... Christmas wasn't magic ... Santa wasn't real & that crunchy snow on the ground was just that... Snow.

Ending her trip down memory lane - her cab came to a halt. Steadying her boots into the ground she climbed out of the cab and looked at her apartment building. Some windows flashing Christmas lights and over sized stickers and decorations. Other windows plain with nothing inside but the shadow of the person that lived inside. Not too long ago she used to be one of the people that had the best Christmas parties and had the most presents with the biggest tree and the brightest lights. But now it's the other side of the coin where now she only has Christmas movies on her TV because that's all they really seem to play now a days at least until the day strikes and there is no more of a reason to play them again for another 365.

As she knocks off her boots to get the snow unbounded from between the creases, she walked up to the front security desk. "Hey Sam, any Christmas miracles appear while I was gone?" Sam smirks, moving his pen from his newspaper and points towards some boxes left at the end of his desk. "Yea actually, cause those 4 boxes are for you. Maybe the Christmas spirits got to lazy coming to people's houses at 12:00 in the morning and started sending out packages instead." She chuckled and walked over to the boxes; taking two of the lightest ones into her hands while pushing the button to the elevator. She kicked the other two boxes to the front-left side of the elevator. Far enough so that it doesn't block anyones way getting off but close enough so that she can push them onto the the long annoying ride up to the 17th floor. Sam looked over to see if she would need any assistance but she didn't. She managed in her own way - like always "hey, do you need any help? I can always help you carry them up. I don't mind leaving my station for a moment." She turned around and shook her head, smiling at sam very innocently "No, it's only 4 boxes maybe if it was 5. But I can manage this way, I'll see you later."

*Ding*

The elevator has arrived. Slowly pushing the boxes onto the elevator floor.

It's been some years since she smiled whole heartedly. On the way up to her apartment she just watched the numbers light up and fade away one by one. Thinking to herself ... "It felt nice smiling like that, I fake smile all day at work but it's become such an autopilot kind of thing that I haven't even noticed it" ... * DING* The elevator has come to a jumping motion, slowly kicking the boxes off the elevator to her front door. Placing the two boxes into one arm, she punches in the code to her door. To greet her is a hyper little chihuahua running in-between her feet as she tries to dance around him & push the boxes into her home. Meanwhile on the couch is a cat sitting on the arm of a recliner watching and waiting for her head scratches. She closes the door and greets her two loving housemates. Placing the boxes into the corner of the apt she walks away not paying them anymore attention than what she already had. She walks to her room beginning to undress thus beginning to get her shower ready. Her shower last 1 hour, washing away all the grim and sweat that was created from the day. Drying her hair and putting on her house clothes. She makes an order for some Chinese, since cooking seems to be too much of a hassle for her to deal with. Finally resting on the couch, she turns on the tv with her two housemates resting besides her. Flipping through the channels looking for a movie to watch; channel 341 IFC seems to have never failed, Die Hard was on. One of the best Christmas action movies Bruce Willis had ever starred in. She could never go a Christmas without watching it. Glancing at the clock it read 11:05 Pm December 24th, only a couple of minutes till Christmas. Now glancing over to the 4 boxes that sat by the front door. Thinking back to what Sam said downstairs "Maybe he was right about the Christmas spirits being lazy" she chuckled to thought of ghostly figures mailing off presents to prove a point, maybe they have fallen to the evil of technology or maybe even worse everyones losing their faith the same way she has. Even so Christmas was coming and another year has been proven that Christmas no longer had the same feeling that it used to some years ago.