It has been a while since I posted anything on this site, but during the holidays I got inspired to write a few short stories of my characters having a good time during the holiday season following the events of Scattered. This is the first of two, with the second also posted on this site. I hope you enjoy these two short stories written pretty much on a whim as a way for me to get back into writing! As well, I hope everyone is having a great 2025 so far and I hope the rest of the year treats you well too!
THE STORY
Scar
December 24th
2:00pm
The snow is falling outside. It lands and melts on the sidewalk and on the road, and even when it stays, however briefly, on the windowsill. Every little slow-falling snowflake seems to dance in front of my eyes before it’s inevitably snuffed out by the heat.
It’s a gentle snow. It’s a snow that covers the city like a soft baby’s blanket: a type of blanket I see often and have gotten used to over the weeks leading into the season.
I’m not used to the cold anymore. I’m not used to the way the wind ruffles my fur, and the way that the ice under my feet forces me to bring my claws out to remain steady, lest I slip. A part of me feels that all that had made me me while I was out in the streets is slipping away, melting away from warmth, as the snowflakes do.
But I have my wife. And I have my family. At least a little bit of them. I have Jack and Brescia and Kate and Rowan. I have Tina, Ellie, and Dusty in the neighbourhood, and I have Comet a few blocks away. I hope she’s partying hard and getting all the love she deserves from her owner, Charlotte.
There’s a tree beside me. It’s tall, and fake (I know enough about what real trees look like to tell) and it’s decorated with blue and white baubles and sparkly tinsel. Underneath are boxes wrapped in beautiful patterns and ribbony bows.
It’s Christmastime with the Millers, and that means comfort, good food, and family.
We had been planning to go over to Ellie’s owner’s place for about a week now. It helps us to plan things in advance, especially as Rowan is still young and his parents will need to make sure that they’re ready for a disruption to routine. I’m excited to see my pups just as Jack is excited to see his nephews and nieces. I hope – no, I know – that things will go smoothly. I’m looking forward to the joyful energy of the holiday season in a way that I haven’t been able to in a very long time.
Brescia saunters up to me and watches the snow. Her breath fogs up the window in front of her, and I can see her reflection in the glass. Her eyes look like a fireplace: warm, amber, dark, and sparkling in the reflection from every which way. She’s beautiful.
I want to give her something. I don’t know what to give her, given that I don’t have currency or the means to make anything. In the past, I’d give her experiences, or a break – I’d take over some of her duties, I’d bring her food, you know the drill – but now I can’t do that. We’re fed and rested, with little to no responsibilities. But as it’s our first Christmas away from the Den, I want to do something special for her.
“We’re going to see the pups today,” says Brescia as she steps away from the window. “How lucky we are that it’s going to be a white Christmas with the family, without the worries we would have had even just last year.”
“Last year we didn’t have the pups,” I remind her, and Brescia nods. “Hard to believe that. They’ve been in our lives for so long, it feels like we’ve been parents forever. Of course, we had Comet, but she was pretty self-sufficient as long as we’ve known her.”
“I guess it’ll do that to you,” says Brescia with a smile. “I’m going outside to the backyard. You coming?”
I heave a deep breath and nod, and Brescia leaps off the couch. We head to the back of the house and step outside. The change in temperature is a little startling after being in the heated house for so long. Brescia steps onto the snow and takes a few steps, admiring her footprints in the snow.
Kate’s tulips have been dead for many a month, but the light dusting of snow on them makes them seem beautiful. I suppose they are still flowers in the end.
Brescia gasps as she finds a particularly deep patch of snow. She laughs after she finally finds her footing, and then turns to look back at me.
“Guess there’s still some left over from last week’s snow,” she says. “Come on – it’s not that cold after you get used to it.”
I follow her into the snow, and for a moment I can forget the house behind me and I can imagine we’re traipsing in the forest, the snow too deep for us to actually notice our footsteps. The sounds of the city fade away into the distance.
🐾
The evening rolls around, as does a deeper layer of snow on the streets and slight frost on the window panes. Jack rings the doorbell of his sister Camryn’s house and she opens the door with a flush of pink on her face.
“Come in, come in! Merry Christmas!” she exclaims, shooing us inside. “If I’d have known you were walking I’d have told you not to! Tea, coffee, hot chocolate anyone?”
“Tea for me,” says Kate, while Jack nods his agreement. “A warm fire and towels for the dogs, I think.”
“Right this way! Make yourselves at home.”
Tina, Ellie, and Dusty are sitting in the living room as Dusty’s owner builds a little fence around them out of blocks. Tomorrow is officially Christmas, where everyone will open gifts and hug and thank one another.
And I still don’t have any gifts for those I love.
The fence around the pups is finished, and Dusty’s young owner, a boy of about ten, delicately attempts to place an archway over the entrance. Ellie doesn’t let him, however, and barrels out of the entrance to meet me and her mother.
“MERRY CHRISTMAS!” she cries in excitement. “You’re all cold and wet!”
“We walked here with our owners,” Brescia explains. “The snow is still falling.”
“Oh! Cool! Dusty, Tina, look who’s here!”
“We see,” said Tina, also walking out of the fence. Dusty simply climbs over the fence, trying not to break the construction. He’s grown quite a bit over the past fall and winter, and sometimes I think he forgets how different in size he is now. He manages to step over the fence without touching the blocks whatsoever.
We hug, and talk about what’s happened in our lives over the past little while since we’ve seen each other (which, granted, isn’t that much). But it’s such a beautiful relief to hear their voices, and for them to be okay and taken care of over the wintry months that I don’t even care.
🐾
The night is warm in the way nights seldom are. We watch the fire, warming up by the family as they watch a movie on the TV above, and for once I see my reflection in the glass and not the swirling images in my head of crumbling, splintering wood, and for once I hear how the fire is gentle and not destructive. Brescia leans in close to me and I know she is thinking the same thing as her amber eyes close and her breath becomes deeper, more stable and rhythmic.
🐾
The next day we are woken up by the scramble of a family eager to open presents and experience the material joys of Christmas. We sit around the tree and everyone in turn picks up and unwraps their gifts. Even us dogs get gifts: from bones, to new toys, to new accessories. The pups are overjoyed at their new toys and I sit watching them eagerly as I gnaw on a bone. Brescia lays on a pillow she dragged off the couch, gnawing on a bone of her own.
“I still wish I had something for the pups,” I can’t help telling her. “And for you.”
Brescia turns her eyes downward with a small smile.
“I’ll tell you something, right here, right now, Scar,” she begins. “Just being alive, being here with you, being surrounded by warmth and love and family… that in and of itself is a gift. After last summer, I didn’t think we’d be here. I didn’t think we’d ever be as happy as we are now. I didn’t think we’d be as safe as how we are now. I don’t need anything from you, except for you to be safe, happy, and healthy, and for our pups to be loved, cared for, and growing up to be beautiful and kind. That is the perfect Christmas gift for me.”
I heave a sigh and lean against Brescia, letting my bone fall to the floor beside me.
“What did I ever do to deserve you,” I murmur into her fur. “What is it about me that keeps you around, huh?”
Brescia laughs.
“Is it not enough for me to say I love you?”
“I love you too,” I reply, almost methodically, except every time I say it, I remember a time when there was a worry that I would never be able to.
We watch our pups enjoying themselves, and the family setting up a Christmas breakfast with waffles and cookies, coffee, and warm milk for the kids.
The snow outside has stopped and it seems that I’m not the only one to notice it. The kids dress in snowsuits over top of their Christmas pajamas and everyone goes outside to play in the snow. Ellie, Dusty and Tina jump into snow banks and slip around on the ice (after a gentle “be careful” from Brescia).
For the first Christmas of our new life, and the first Christmas of the pups’ lives, it sure has been a successful one. It’s been one that I hope to relive every year for as long as I am around to be with them.
OUTRO
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