Post by Ryuji on Dec 24, 2007 15:00:47 GMT -5
Ryuji stood in the deserted events' hall, a pressed black suit upon his back, wreathes and garlands in his hands. He slowly and arthriticly put up the decorations in the empty hall.
Tradition.
Every year he had done it, fresh pine garlands and a tall pine tree from the nearby forest that filled the middle of the hall, and usually the halls were filled with laughter and music, student merrymaking and occasional explosions.
Now, he felt old. These last few months the school had been as though deserted, the halls echoing with is quiet steps.
He hoped and prayed the sound of his lonely radio in the corner playing "DJ Gary's Top Twenty Christmas Songs - No Commercial Interruptions for your Listening Pleasure" would rouse the sleeping school, invite them in for the punch and cookies on the table by the door, and he'd be able to give out his gifts and start them singing. He doubted in them coming, but felt like a lost puppy dog, doing anything and everything to get the approval of his long retreated students.
He knew they were working hard on assignments and spywork, but he - missed them.
So he reached overhead and stretched his aching knees to hang decorations on the gigantic pine he'd hauled inside.
Tradition.
Every year he had done it, fresh pine garlands and a tall pine tree from the nearby forest that filled the middle of the hall, and usually the halls were filled with laughter and music, student merrymaking and occasional explosions.
Now, he felt old. These last few months the school had been as though deserted, the halls echoing with is quiet steps.
He hoped and prayed the sound of his lonely radio in the corner playing "DJ Gary's Top Twenty Christmas Songs - No Commercial Interruptions for your Listening Pleasure" would rouse the sleeping school, invite them in for the punch and cookies on the table by the door, and he'd be able to give out his gifts and start them singing. He doubted in them coming, but felt like a lost puppy dog, doing anything and everything to get the approval of his long retreated students.
He knew they were working hard on assignments and spywork, but he - missed them.
So he reached overhead and stretched his aching knees to hang decorations on the gigantic pine he'd hauled inside.
