A Late Christmas Dinner

A Late Christmas Dinner

A Story by M.E.Lyle
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There's a kid hanging from the ceiling.

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A Late Christmas Dinner

All is silent, almost deafeningly so. The children and their children have all gone home. I surveyed the remnants of what was left of my space. Surely a nuclear blast could not have done more damage.

My couch, which used to be the center piece of my living space, is now somewhere out in my back yard. It's turned on its side, and soaked from the rain that occurred ten minutes ago.

Parents laughed and giggled, “Isn’t that cute.” they said.

My once spotless, LED TV is smudged with something that looks like chocolate pudding. Funny, I don’t recall any pudding at our dinner table.

The screen door for our patio is missing; I don’t know where it is.

The dining room table only has three legs now, but it still manages to stay upright somehow. I think the other was used for a baseball bat, but I’m not sure.

The freezer door hangs open. Red ooze drips from it. I think it’s missing a hinge or something.

There’s a child suspended from the ceiling fan. I think it’s one of ours, but I can't be sure. He doesn’t answer to any of the names we call out. We’ve contacted all the parents; nobody claims him.

Well, as long as he's quiet, we agreed to let him stay; suspended, of course, on the ceiling.

The holidays are such a wonderful time. Families come together, laugh, tell stories, eat too much, and generally have a lot fun.

And then, the destructive little dynamos called grandchildren are set loose to see how much destruction they can cause in the shortest period of time.

I think next year I’m making everything out of concrete. I’ll have a concrete couch, refrigerator, and television. Even my Christmas tree will be concrete.



I just discovered the kid suspended from the ceiling fan is a mannequin of baby Jesus.

The boys found it in a nativity scene from the neighbor’s yard. No wonder it wouldn't answer to any of the names we called it. Guess I better return it before somebody sends out an Amber Alert.

It’s been a wonderful Christmas. Hope everybody enjoyed it as much as I did.


© 2016 M.E.Lyle



Author's Note

M.E.Lyle
It happens every year.

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E. Lyle,
I love to hear the stories others have of Christmas. Yours is about the craziest so far. All I can say is "I was entertained." Great poem! Kathy

Posted 10 Months Ago


"There’s a child suspended from the ceiling fan. I think it’s one of ours, but I can't be sure. He doesn’t answer to any of the names we call out. We’ve contacted all the parents; nobody claims him.
Well, as long as he's quiet, we agreed to let him stay; suspended, of course, on the ceiling."

That was brilliant. Great story.

Posted 10 Months Ago



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