For every day, there is a new spirit. This spirit’s job is to observe the world in its entirety, recording in memory every moment, every word, every event from its one twenty-four hour period.
Jerome is the spirit of December 25, 2013. He dreads his turn on the stage.
So much pressure. Everyone expects the December 25s to record the happiest moments. Gifts given. Songs sung. Drinks drunk.
No one cares that Jerome will also see the worst things. Murders. Rapes. Illnesses. Thefts. Starvation.
“You’re supposed to be happy on Christmas,” people say.
Jerome wishes he had drawn December 26.
I’m running a bit of fiction on Friday this week to participate in I Saw Lightning Fall‘s Advent Ghosts 2013 event. Christmas is coming in less than a week, and it’s an exciting time for many people around the world. I was feeling pensive, so I wanted to share something as a reminder that December 25 is still just December 25 to many others, and it’s subject to the same evils and injustices that we hear about every other day of the year.