A Short Holiday Story: A Wish Before Christmas

Remember when you had to wish for something so Santa could come and give you that wish? Yeah, I remember it very well. I'm not the "believe in Santa" type. My little child years been over with. I never knew that sometimes what you want takes patience and time. I wasn't the patience type either. But this particular Christmas was something I needed. Something that I had been waiting for a long time...

A Week Before Christmas Day

I hate getting on these subways. It's too crowded, people pushing you out the way just so they could get by. And this hasn't been the first time someone has done this. If I needed to hear life, the subways were the best solution. Never been afraid to face life ahead. As I make my way up the stairs going back towards the city, I notice the beautiful Christmas lights. As I continue to walk towards my brownstone, the lights begin to change colors as the day ends with a regular holiday bliss. When I make my way to my door, I notice a man standing at the end of the street shivering like he's freezing. I've never been the type to ignore another person's pain. Assuming that the man is homeless, I walk over to him and give him money.

"Here is 50 dollars sir, take it and use it wisely", I say as I begin to walk back to my apartment building. "Uh miss, I'm not homeless", said the man as he begins to grab what looks like a coat on the side of him. "Oh, I am so sorry about that. It just looked like you were...never mind", I said looking embarrassed. "It's okay, I get that a lot. I was waiting for a taxi but I'm not sure if they take this route." "To answer that, the taxis don't really come this way often", I say as I examine the man's appearance. He looked at least in his mid 30s, tall with a nice beard that was smoothly fresh cut. He wore a business suit. I'm assuming once again that he is maybe a corporate freak.

I know what you're thinking, why am I assuming all of these things when I can simply ask him. That's the thing, I don't know him well enough to ask him that. "Thanks for letting me know about the taxis, I was looking crazy standing out here in this cold." "Your welcome sir.", I say as I'm heading back to my apartment. "Would you like to go out with tonight?" I was taken aback by what he just asked me. "Why do you want to take me out?" "Well since this is your money I'm holding, why don't I spend it on you." For a moment I wanted to say no. But something about him made me more curious than I expected. "Okay, where do you think we should go?" "I was thinking of this new restaurant that serves this elegant pasta, are you interested?" Everyone knows I don't turn down a free meal. "Yes, I would love to go to this elegant place."

A few days later

We began to hang out more than I expected. We went to go see Christmas lights, out to eat, and going to the movie theater. I was never this close with anyone. As a matter of fact, I've never wanted to be anyone until I met him. "By the way what's your name?" He asks as we sit on my couch and enjoy eggnog for the first time. " My name is Esa Krane, what's yours?" "My name is Moses Harris." When he told me his name, I thought what a peculiar name for someone like him. But then again, it matched him. It went with him. "Well Moses, that's a beautiful name for someone who is very handsome." I say as we begin to kiss. "I'm falling in love with you every time I spend my time with you. You make me feel warm inside, a warmth that is full of peace." He said this as if we have been knowing each other forever. And in that moment, I felt the same. All I ever wanted was to feel loved and cared for. Appreciated actually. Moses was a man of love. A man that wasn't afraid to voice how he felt about me. This was my wish. A wish that I wanted since college. Since high school. And now I have what I want and what I wished for. My Christmas is complete.