“It won’t stay on the tree,” Aaron’s voice was whiney, high pitched. His little body slouched on the ground beside the artificial green.
“Use a paperclip, it works just as good.” Aaron’s brother Daniel took the ornament from his hand and twisted the clip until it fit the hook, then placed it on the tree. The ornament hung heavy, pulling the branch down with it.
“You get the artificial snow and spray it around, like mom used to do. Hold the can straight up and aim at the window, not Sparky’s behind like you did last year.” Daniel pushed his brother toward the table where the decorations lay, waiting to be put in their proper places. Aaron held the can for a second and then threw it to the ground. “I ain’t doin this,” his voice filled with tears, his blonde hair covering eyes that wouldn’t look up. “It’s no good, I can’t do it.” Aaron kicked the shoes from his feet, making them fly into the air, and ran to his room. The door slammed, the sound crashing into his brother’s head. Daniel was doing the best he could, and now he’d have to do it alone.
Daniel picked the can up off the floor, shook the contents and started to spray. He didn’t have his mother’s touch, but he was determined that when she came home from work tonight, too tired to move, this place would look like Christmas. After all, it was the only present they could afford to give her.
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Such a big story in this very short story. You captured a moment that tells us so much about those hearts that do their best to "make the season bright" for those they love.
Thank you for this loving Christmas gift. God bless you with a Merry Christmas, too.
Your descriptions/story really bring the boys to life!! I could see everything. This is such a tender story, but I love that you still brought a little humor in with this, "Hold the can straight up and aim at the window, not Sparky’s behind like you did last year.” :) Great writing! I love your title.