~ DAY 12: God Bless Us, Everyone! ~

~ A Christmas Flash Fiction ~

Tiny Tim.

That was my name. Nickname anyway. I always thought people saw my ailment, my disability as an issue. But they didn’t. Not the ones I loved anyway.

I sit in my father’s office, watching the snow fall gently outside. He’d taken over from Mr Scrooge. After Mr Scrooge couldn’t work anymore, he left the business to my father. Scrooge & Cratchit. Gazing up at the solid gold sign, hanging over their office, my father has never been so proud.

Christmas was always my favourite time of year.

We didn’t have much but we had each other.

He died in his sleep last night. Mr Scrooge. Surrounded by his friends and family. The whole of London wanted to pay their respects. To the man who turned his life around and changed his ways. How fitting, that the good Lord saw fit to take him, just before Christmas. It was always his favourite time of year too.

He helped me. He saved me. I wouldn’t be sitting here now, waiting for my wife and children to return from the fair. I should’ve died, years ago.

Every year, we toast the Lord and Mr Scrooge. And every year, they look to me. I smile and say the words, I’ve been saying for many years.

“Merry Christmas. God bless us, everyone.”

© By Christina Alagaratnam

And that’s it guys. Until next year! Merry Christmas and God bless you x

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