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Title: Grateful for Geese
Prompt: pipers piping
Word Count: 461
"Y'know...I really hate that song," Alan muttered as he put on his holiday shirt.
"Sweetie, it's tradition!" Geneveive declared with a smile, moving to straighten his collar and pat his shoulders. "Traditional Christmas party has traditional Christmas carolers who sing traditional Christmas songs. And that song has been declared traditional. Besides, the kids all love it and everyone gets to join in. It's fun! Stop being such a Scrooge." She kissed his cheek and walked out of the room to make sure the kids were getting ready. Alan fidgetted with his collar some more before scuttling after her.
"Kids! You'd better be ready in five minutes or we're leaving without you!" he called out to nobody in particular as he rushed down the stairs. He hit the bottom and smiled and rolled his eyes. "You could have told me you were waiting for me," he told them all as they all stood and tapped their imaginary watches. He ushered them out the door and into the car.
Three hours later and full of Christmas dinner, they were laughing and mingling with good friends from near and far. The annual Christmas party was a great time to finally catch up with people they didn't normally see during the year. Dinner was over and it was time for Christmas carols. Geneveive and Alan sat with their four children on the couch and listened politely as the carolers sang their four-part harmonies with festive cheer. They clapped, loudly for the favourites, after each song and finally it was time for "The 12 Days of Christmas", the song Alan had been dreading all night. As the carolers picked out parts of the crowd to sing each of the different lines of the song, he waited patiently for them to be picked for the "6 geese a laying" line. It went like clockwork. They'd been that line for the past five years, no sense changing tradition.
"Never changes," he muttered under his breath to Geneveive, who just swatted at him playfully. She was happy that her kids enjoyed being singled out every year. They were all on the edge of their seats, patiently waiting for their turn to sing out their line, so proud to have the chance to shine in a room full of adults.
Two minutes later the song was in full swing, their little family singing out loudly. Alan was completely oblivious to the fact that he was sulking about singing that song just a few minutes earlier. His kids had gotten him in the mood and all he knew was that it made their night to be so special and to sing with mom and dad. It was a Christmas miracle of small proportions, but one that Geneveive was grateful for every year.
Prompt: pipers piping
Word Count: 461
"Y'know...I really hate that song," Alan muttered as he put on his holiday shirt.
"Sweetie, it's tradition!" Geneveive declared with a smile, moving to straighten his collar and pat his shoulders. "Traditional Christmas party has traditional Christmas carolers who sing traditional Christmas songs. And that song has been declared traditional. Besides, the kids all love it and everyone gets to join in. It's fun! Stop being such a Scrooge." She kissed his cheek and walked out of the room to make sure the kids were getting ready. Alan fidgetted with his collar some more before scuttling after her.
"Kids! You'd better be ready in five minutes or we're leaving without you!" he called out to nobody in particular as he rushed down the stairs. He hit the bottom and smiled and rolled his eyes. "You could have told me you were waiting for me," he told them all as they all stood and tapped their imaginary watches. He ushered them out the door and into the car.
Three hours later and full of Christmas dinner, they were laughing and mingling with good friends from near and far. The annual Christmas party was a great time to finally catch up with people they didn't normally see during the year. Dinner was over and it was time for Christmas carols. Geneveive and Alan sat with their four children on the couch and listened politely as the carolers sang their four-part harmonies with festive cheer. They clapped, loudly for the favourites, after each song and finally it was time for "The 12 Days of Christmas", the song Alan had been dreading all night. As the carolers picked out parts of the crowd to sing each of the different lines of the song, he waited patiently for them to be picked for the "6 geese a laying" line. It went like clockwork. They'd been that line for the past five years, no sense changing tradition.
"Never changes," he muttered under his breath to Geneveive, who just swatted at him playfully. She was happy that her kids enjoyed being singled out every year. They were all on the edge of their seats, patiently waiting for their turn to sing out their line, so proud to have the chance to shine in a room full of adults.
Two minutes later the song was in full swing, their little family singing out loudly. Alan was completely oblivious to the fact that he was sulking about singing that song just a few minutes earlier. His kids had gotten him in the mood and all he knew was that it made their night to be so special and to sing with mom and dad. It was a Christmas miracle of small proportions, but one that Geneveive was grateful for every year.
