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       The Church

       Step A Short                                                                                                                        gesture of a middle finger.  singing had caught my attention

                                                                                                                                             ‘Ah love and peace to you too ‘,   and I was curious. It was then that I
       Story By Tony                                                                                                                       I muttered. I realised then that I   recognised her,
                                                                                                                                                                        ‘Mrs Tassinnari, I’m so sorry for
                                                                                                                                           sounded like Ringo Starr.
                                                                                                                                                                    startling you’
                                                                                                                                             I eventually managed to find
                                                                                                                                           somewhere to park without having   ‘Oh, let me catch my breath’. She
       Burgess                                                                                                                             to pay. A tight spot right outside   said. Then still clutching her chest
                                                                                                                                           the old and now sadly closed
                                                                                                                                                                    she continued,
                                                                                                                                           Catholic church. I couldn’t help but   ‘You must think I’m a crazy  old
                                                                                                                                           notice someone had put flowers   woman singing there on those cold
                                                                                                                                           and lit candles on the step right   church steps , but this Church has
                                                                                                                                           infront of the door.     so many memories for me , its walls
                                                                                                                                             It started to snow as I walked   hold the voices of all my family, and
                                                                                                                                           back to the car clutching my frozen   when I sing to them I hear them, I
                     y Christmas   from its ominous bruise colour,                                                                         puff pastry and redcurrant jelly. I   see them , I want to be with them.’
                     Eve afternoon   it was cold enough for snow. As I                                                                     stood and watched the snowflakes   Mrs Tassinnari wept softly.
                     plans of    listened further to the Carol service                                                                     as they danced around the street   ‘Here let me walk you home, you
                     sitting Infront   my thoughts were consumed as to                                                                     lights, they appeared unsure where   only live down the road, don’t you?’
                     of the log   what gifts would I bring to a Baby                                                                       to land. I wondered how many   I said,
       Mfire, reading            Jesus now, today. I just couldn’t get                                                                     children would be squealing with   ‘Do you know I still remember
       and breaking open the tin of Roses,   past the obvious modern electronic                                                            excitement as they watched this   that first ever frothy coffee your
       washed down with something festive  choices and think of something far                                                              scene through their windows.   husband Enzo made for me in
       were thrown into disarray, as a   more reaching and philosophical.                                                                  Children, Christmas and Snow the   your cafe, from that huge brightly
       stream of swear words emanating              Fortunately, I arrived in                                                              perfect Trinity I thought, then I   polished coffee machine, and
       from the heavenly-scented kitchen   town at this point so I gratefully                                                              heard singing, was it carol singing?   he introduced me to egg and
       reached my ears. Five minutes later   mentally filed that conundrum.                                                                It was faint but got slightly louder   Mortadella rolls. My doctor would
       I was in the car heading for town. A   I would perhaps ask family and                                                               as I approached the church. It was a  have liked to have had a word with
       missing packet of puff pastry and a   friends over one of the Christmas                                                             frail female voice.      him’.
       jar of redcurrant Jelly were the cause  meals for their suggestions.  I                                                                  On the Church step,   Mrs Tassinnari laughed and
       of such kitchen angst. I switched he   drove slowly down the main street,                                                           illuminated by the candlelight,   spoke eagerly and brightly about
       radio on and Carols from Kings had   I hadn’t noticed before just how                                                               appeared to be a large bundle of   the café and her husband Enzo as
       just started. The thought of going   pretty the councils Christmas street                                                           black clothes. The singing stopped;   we walked slowly to her home.
       into town on Christmas Eve made   lights were this year, even the shop                                                              the bundle of clothes moved   Mrs Tassinnari’s arm was cold
       me shudder, all those last-minute   windows looked festive and enticing                                                             slowly, then unsteadily stood up.   and felt as light as a little bird as
       present buyers scurrying about,   and the large Norway spruce was                                                                   The bundle of clothes transformed   she held on to mine.
       the traffic would be head to tail in   decorated particularly effectively                                                           into an elderly woman dressed   What are you doing for
       the town centre as everyone tried   with hundreds of miniature dazzling                                                             completely in black, she crossed   Christmas Mrs Tassinnari?
       to park almost inside the shops.   white L.E.D. lights. I must have                                                                 herself then turned. She startled   ‘Oh, Christmas means nothing
       Quick in and out I said to myself,   unintentionally  slowed down even                                                              when she saw me and exclaimed   for me now, its just like any other
       I turned up the volume and sung   more  to look and admire  this scene                                                              “Madonna Mia”, and raised her   day but longer.’ replied Mrs
       along gustily to the carols. First to,   as I was suddenly startled by a driver                                                     arms to her chest as if in shock. I   Tassinnari.
       Once in Royal St David’ City, then   behind me blaring his horn and                                                                 rushed to the step as I thought she   Mrs Tassinari took some
       good old Ding Dong merrily on high,   flashing his lights, I pulled over and                                                        might fall, I gently held her arm and  persuading, but ten minutes later I
       surprisingly the words came flowing   shrugged at him apologetically , in                                                           apologised profusely for frightening  was on the phone to my wife telling
       back. The sky had been overcast and   return ,as he passed he gave me the                                                           her.                     her to expect a special guest for
       dark all day, it had never brightened   universally recognisable unseasonal                                                           I tried to explain that her lovely   Christmas.

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