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The Starting Line: Chapter 12
Christmas. No matter what happened in my life, Christmas still held a special place in my heart. I always liked Christmas. I remember as a kid getting caught up at the toy displays in shop windows. No matter where we were living, or how high or clean she was, my mom always took me to the shopping mall to get a picture with Santa, even when I was older. I never told her I didn’t believe in Santa since I was like five, once I realised that Christmas morning was never going to be this huge surprise overflowing with presents like it was on TV or in movies. It didn’t matter. It was just one of the few traditions that my mom and I had, something we did together, and that was all that mattered. When I was in shelters, they always made a special dinner for Christmas. Whether it was a shelter in Austin or LA, there was always some old ladies group that would bake pies and cookies for us, and the smells would overpower the dangy, dirty, horrid smells that usually filled the shelters. When I was in foster homes, it was sort-of the one holiday that no matter how good or bad the foster parents were, somehow they always pulled the kids together, and we would dig into the food hampers that were usually given to us, and make a huge meal of it.
The only thing I really hated about Christmas time was the stupid school concerts that would happen. When I was bouncing school to school, they were “winter celebrations” or something. I remember having to stand on stage with the rest of my class and sing non-denominational songs, everyone around me smiling and waving out at their parents who would be filming it, camera flashes going off. When I was in the church school, it was the nativity play, every stinking year. I used to just hide behind the others, or the scenery cut-outs on stage, doing my damnedest to not look out into the audience, seeing that there was no one there for me.
I would save change for the month or two before Christmas, and buy as many boxes of candy canes as I could manage, giving them to friends at school, girls in stalls, kids in the homes. I may not have been able to afford real presents, but I still liked getting caught up in the season, giving something to people.
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I’m loving the frequent updates. Keep up the good work!
This story gets me over and over. You’ve got such a strong talent conveying these emotions. Thanks for sharing this. Adx
oh you have outdone yourself with this one..almost made me cry. I would be just as glad I didn’t get Dana’s gag gift…in which case “gag” would be really appropriate, but I loved the real gifts…they all showed such thought and love. Bette and Shane rock ..I too open a package carefully..no ripping for me..and I LOVE candy canes, shane is my candy cane girl!
I forgot to add that in baking, what looks best is very often NOT what tastes best…so be comforted, kd, I mean Shane!!
I’m loving your story more and more…certainly one of my favorites! Your dialogue and the details of everyone’s backstory is just brilliant. You deserve a whole heapin’ pile of warm fuzzies!
I’m loving the friedships between these women, and the way you write them. Who wouldn’t like this type of family..
“I have copies”–one of my favorite lines of S4. I rarely read Shane stories past the first chapter (I think it’s an age thing), but I really like this sotry, especially the group interaction. Thanks for writing.
This is great but I’m beginning to feel the need for some drama. LOL. Make is so! :D
Shane with Candy canes is just adorable. Ah my sweet girl and gang.I was teary while they shared their thoughtful gifts.It’s incredeble that I can be amazed more and more at each chapters within it. It’s reached to ch.12 and actually, I thought from beginning it was gonna be ended in 5 or 6 chapters. I didnt know you totally have this fic. Love ya~