Welcome to the third installment of my 12 stories of Christmas. This was inspired by my dislike of a certain Christmas Carol for it’s promotion of rude behavior. The basic idea came from one the writing prompts at our B &N writing group. I reworked it for this challenge. It’s not to late to share your own stories in the comments.
Christmas Carol Law
My hair refused to cooperate. It was as though the rebellious follicles knew that I was in a hurry. I gave up and grabbed a headband with snowflakes. It would have to do for tonight.
Will was pacing in the living room when I came downstairs. He glance at the clock, but knew better than to comment on my tardiness when he saw the headband. The performance of A Christmas Carol started at 7 PM. We would make it with a few minutes to spare. He just liked to be early so he could stop at the concession stand.
The doorbell rang and Will grumbled.
“Don’t be such a Scrooge. It’s carolers. We have time for a song,” I told him.
I opened the door to a burst of cold air and a melody of Christmas. We listened to the song and then explained that they were wonderful but we had someplace to be.
The carolers shoved us aside and burst through the door. Will repeated that we had somewhere to be in a firm voice. Then they sang the second verse again. We looked at each other in horror as realization dawned.
We tried shooing them out, but they stubbornly refused to leave until we gave them what they wanted.
“We don’t have what you’re looking for,” I said.
“No! We did our part, we sang the song, now you know what you have to do yours,”
“My wife just told you. We don’t have it. You need to leave.”
Rick grabbed the lead and pulled him toward the end of the door, but the man broke through.
“That’s it! I’m calling 911” I said.
A tiny woman with short, white hair stepped forward and crossed her arms. “Go for it, the law’s on our side.”
We stood glaring at each other, waiting for the cops to arrive. We watched in horror while strangers took over our home. Some of the guys turned on the game. They sat on the couch and put their dirty boots on the coffee table.
A woman spread out blankets on the floor. “Kids it’s almost bedtime. It looks like we’re going to be here for a while, so go brush your teeth.“
They were oblvious to our protests. Finally we just gave up and huddled in a corner. Finally, we heard sirens and a police officer rapped on the door.
I answered, and before I could explain to officer the carolers jumped in and started giving their side. The cop stuck his fingers in his mouth and whistled for everyone to stop. We all froze in place. He pointed to me and asked me to talk first.
“These carolers came into our home and are refusing to leave even though we’ve asked several times.”
He nodded and took notes. Then asked the lead caroler to tell their side.
“I’m sorry ma’am you know what the song says. These people wished you a Merry Christmas. Now, they have the right to stay in your home until you give them figgy pudding.”
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