- forty-third year waiting -

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[dictated]

How does everyone plan on celebrating Christmas here? Has the castle ever had a, uh--a normal one?

Last year--the only one I've spent here--it was mental. Literally. Everyone had these really... vivid dreams, and I think we could, you know, dream-hop or something. Visit other peoples' dreams. And then--[sigh]--the castle turned into a Jane Austen novel or something, and it all ended when everyone turned into these tiny toy versions of ourselves inside a dollhouse or something, and we all got chased out by giant rats. I think. I just remember a lot of running.

Is something nice and normal and, well... normal too much to ask for? Just a plain regular Christmas?

[Rory is currently in the library looking at picture books, trying to get ideas for Christmas decorations and tree trimmings for his and Amy's room to wish for. A half-forgotten mug of hot coca is sitting on a nearby table. Come join him!]

Comments

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

You mean just here, you've never spent one here, or--at all? Period?

[siebter.livejournal.com]

I've never celebrated it at all.

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well... that's a shame. Bet I can promise you though that however it goes here, isn't what Christmas is really like.

[siebter.livejournal.com]

Then how do I learn what it really is like?

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

Hmm. I guess... maybe you could ask the people around here how they celebrate?

[siebter.livejournal.com]

Okay...how do you celebrate it?

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

Well...

[this is actually something he's not given much thought to; it's just something that IS]

My parents would put up a tree in the lounge and we'd decorate it--with lights and ornaments and things. And then we'd send cards to all our friends and relatives, even the ones we never really spoke to. If it snowed--and it usually did--when I was a kid I'd make snowmen in the front yard, and me and Amy and Mels would have snowball fights. Oh, and we all bought presents for each other. That's one of the big things about Christmas, is the presents... and on Christmas Day we'd always have a really big dinner that my stepmum made, and my Gran would come to visit, and sometimes my aunts and uncles and cousins. But I think the part I liked best was visiting Amy and her family. And Mels. We'd sit on the sofa all wrapped up in blankets with the fireplace going, and drink hot cocoa and watch old Christmas movies on the telly. [his voice may have gone a touch nostalgic] That was nice.

[siebter.livejournal.com]

[ He's quiet for a bit, trying to take that all in. ]

No wonder you like it so much. I hope everyone can celebrate it like that this year.

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[warmly, if a bit nostalgicly, still]

I hope we can too. It's brilliant.

[siebter.livejournal.com]

I wish I'd been able to celebrate it before I came here, too. Then I'd know more about it.

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

Well... um... [hmmm; he's scratching at the back of his head] Doesn't mean you can't learn here. Even if the castle goes mental it always seems to calm down just in time for Christmas Day... maybe you could ask friends to show you how they celebrated back home?

[siebter.livejournal.com]

Okay! I think I'll try to do that.

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

Great! Brilliant. Hope you find out some cool stuff.

[siebter.livejournal.com]

I hope so too!