This is in
response to The Tea Room’s November challenge on for a ‘Sad Song’ story. I
couldn’t come up with more appropriate lyrics and Dizzy’s wanted a story with
the Ghosts. Hope this satisfies.
“You know this is
kinda a sad song, TJ.” Micah commented as he snatched up another chunk of
cookie dough and popped it into his mouth.
“Are you serious?”
TJ was astonished. “You must be the only person in the world to this that
‘Santa Claus Is Coming To Town’ is a sad song.” TJ shook his head in disbelief
as he pressed the cookie cutter into the dough he’d just rolled out on the
counter. “Maybe it’s because you’re dead?”
“It is not!” was
Micah’s adamant retort. “Listen closely and you’ll hear the warnings. Ones, I
might add, that have a threatening ring to them.”
“How so?” TJ
stopped what he was doing to pay attention to what his friend was saying.
“Okay, take the
lines referring to not crying or pouting. I’ve cried numerous times over the past
year and I may even have pouted a time or two.”
“A time or two is
a bit of an understatement, don’t you think?” TJ teased.
“Hey, you pout more than I do,” Micah stanchly
reminded the other man.
“Yeah, I guess I
do at that,” TJ honestly admitted. He carefully lifted a gingerbread man and
slid it off the spatula on to the cookie sheet. “What else do you find sad?”
“I wanna know
what’s with this list thing and him knowing if we’ve been good or bad. Hell,
I’m bad more than I’m good, so I guess Santa is a no-show for me this year.”
Micah’s shoulders slumped. He put his elbows on the counter and rested his chin
in his hands, looking a little forlorn at the idea.
“I thought you
didn’t believe in him,” TJ pointed out.
“That was until he
appeared last year and paid us a visit.”
“Hmm, yeah
well….I’m kinda inclined to go along with Glen’s theory. You know the one where
he insists it was just a bizarre dream.”
“You really think
we both had the exact same dream at the same time?” Micah inquired dubiously.
“Hey, you gotta
admit we’d eaten a lot of strange stuff before bedtime on Christmas Eve like
the weird cheeses, meats and spreads that were packed in a couple of those gift
baskets Glen got from some of his clients.”
“Yeah, you’re
right. I seem to remember eating a lot of fudge, and then there were all those
smoked oysters.”
“God Almighty, we
ate chocolate fudge and oysters?” TJ
was horrified.
“Not together,”
Micah tried to set TJ’s mind at ease. “But at some time during the evening both
items were consumed.”
“We’re lucky a
seasonal apparition was all we experienced. I feel nauseous just thinking about
it.” TJ grimaced and went back to concentrating on the job at hand. “I do
believe I’ll request that Glen pay more attention to what I’m eating this year in
order to avoid a repeat dietary fiasco.”
“Good plan,” Micah
offered his support of the idea. “But I still consider this a sad song even if
I am alone in that belief.”
“Tell you what; as
soon as we finish up here, we’re gonna watch the movie ‘Elf’,” TJ suggested as
he placed two laden cookie sheets into the oven and set the timer. “Then you’ll
see the magic that song can produce.”
“Okay, but while
we’re waiting can I lick the bowl?” Micah asked hopefully.
“It’s raw cookie
dough, Micah.” Seeing the expression on his friend’s face, TJ shook his head
and relented. “What the hell; help yourself.”
Micah’s eyes
sparkled as he greedily reached out for the large bowl.
The End
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