A New Christmas Tradition

Another old post from Writing.com. I had a hard time writing flash fiction back in that time. I hope you like one of my early writing attempts.


“Admit that this is a really strange idea.”

“Why? I don’t see anything strange about it.”

Bill blinked and looked at the door they were standing in front of. “You don’t see anything strange about randomly putting stockings on stranger’s doors?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.
Ann glanced back at him and dimpled a smile. “No, I think it’s a splendid idea.”
“You do know I was joking, right?”

“Well, I turned your joke into happy reality. You know, I think we should do this every year. Yes, and hang wreaths too! For the houses that we know have elderly people living there! It would really make them feel loved, I think! And next year the stockings….we can look up people with kids, and make sure it’s full of small toys and candy. Don’t worry, I can make some of it, and save money that way. But I got such a good feeling about this!”

Bill blinked and let the words roll over him, as his wife talked on. She was always so generous, and he loved that about her. But did she really need to try to set up new Christmas traditions every year? He gave this one two years, tops.

“You know, I love you. Right?” He said instead, taking her hand as they walked back to the car. Ann flashed a brilliant smile at him. “Every day I am alive, I know you love me.”

He flinched and shook his head. “Um, that was very…cheesy.”

“You love cheesy.”

“On Mac and cheese, sure.”
“Oh really?” She arched an eyebrow. “And who is normally up reading romance novels?”


“Uh huh. Try again. I read real books.”

“Sure, because sonnets are not cheesy at all.”

“Not when written by Shakespeare, it’s not.”

“Okay, okay. I like cheese.” Bill groused. “Good thing for you.”

She shook her head and let the matter slide. This evening was definitely a good mix of new and old traditions. The stockings lining the street was very new, and she loved it. But the clashing of wits was as old as their friendship. And she wouldn’t have it or him any other way.


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