for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge
Everyone assumes he’s a jolly chap with an outgoing personality. Well, he is for a couple of weeks a year, but he’s actually a private person who leads a quiet life in a remote little cottage with just a few pets for company. When going out, he tries his best to disguise himself, but I know who he is!
Sadly, his precious wife Nora passed away a while back. Every year, early in December he makes his way to the churchyard clutching a bouquet and his guitar. He kneels beside her grave, neatly arranges the flowers. then strums a few chords and quietly sings ‘It’ll be a blue Christmas without you’.
He stands, kisses his hand and gently strokes the words on the gravestone, ‘Nora, beloved wife of Nick’.
Then he walks home with a spring in his step, soon to emerge looking resplendent in his red cloak and hat. He gives his sleigh a polish and grooms his reindeer ready to set off around the world to deliver joy and happiness to children big and small!
Thank you Santa!
Picture by artbyrandy at Morguefile.