Maria sat on the bench looking at the crowd gathered on the dark street.
She thought back to her old home in England. Last year there had been a snow storm and everything was covered in a glistening white blanket. Maria had joined her friends building a snowman, sledging and laughing during snowball fights. Christmas lights twinkled and lit up the evenings.
There would be none of that this year. Thanks to her Dad’s work move, Christmas was now a summer celebration. No snow, no warming up cold hands by the fire or drinking hot chocolate, no sliding over icy puddles.
The crowd started counting down with their thick New Zealand accents. Maria didn’t join in. Her mother looked over to her and smiled. The countdown reached zero.
The entire street lit up in a blaze of fairy lights. Dazzling colours covered every wall, roof, fence and path. Some local kids pulling a sled on wheels walked passed. One of them stopped and looked at her.
‘Want to come sledging with us?’ he asked.

Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story, in around 150 words based on the weekly photo prompt. For more information visit HERE.
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43 responses to “CHRISTMAS LIGHTS”
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Heart-warming like cocoa and snow flakes.
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Many thanks, trying to get myself into the Christmas spirit 🙂
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So am I but I took a different POV.
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You just lit up my dull English afternoon – thank you!
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Thanks Keith, happy to spread a little light 🙂
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Beautiful!
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Many thanks 🙂
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Funny how these Northern Hemipshere traditions continue, separated from the culture that formed them. Hopefull she’ll be feeling more at home now. Nicely written Iain
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Yes, knowing people who have had emigrated to Australia, it does seem odd that these traditions have gone with them, although I think they do have a Christmas BBQ on the beach, so not quite the same! Thanks Lynn 🙂
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Yes, you’re right – barbeque is the call of the day, though when my mother in law was out in New Zealand the other year, she said they still had tinsel up and wore Santa outfits, which feels very weird 🙂
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Wonderful story! It looks like she is going to make new Christmas memories. There is always a light at the end of the tunnel.
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Thanks PJ, Christmas is always a good time to make new memories 🙂
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Absolutely! Teenagers think it’s the end of the world when they move away from their friends. This story showed there are new friends to be made in the new place.
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A nice feel good story about moving ahead in life with lots of hope. Well done, Kelly.
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Many thanks 🙂
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A fitting ending. Nice setting
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Many thanks
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Aww how fun! Loved the sweetness of the story ^_^
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Thanks Jade 🙂
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The word sledging down here refers to the banter that goes on in sporting events between international sides, as as in cricket matches.
But you are right in the southern hemisphere at this time we have to use wheels on our sleds, or they may be called billy-carts in my part of the world. Most interesting take on the image Iain.
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Thanks Michael
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Moving to a new place is always a challenge . It upsets ones comfort zone, but in her case, as with most…she will adapt quickly with her new friends and one day her new place will be her comfort zone and packed with great memories as the years go by. Great story.
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Many thanks for reading and commenting. I’m sure she will soon be happy in her new home.
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Well, that’s quite a bright turn of events! Nicely done!
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Thanks Pamela – it was nice to brighten up a dark prompt! 🙂
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Starting over is always hard as a teenager. Having to leave your old friends and old traditions changed. Perhaps though there is hope at the end with the beautiful lights and the boys asking her if she wants to sled.
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I like to think so, a bit of hope at Christmas. Thanks Mandi.
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I hope she cheers up soon.
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I think she’ll be okay.
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What a hopeful ending, thinking that she might find new friends and new traditions to enjoy. I had the same reaction to the lack of snow at Christmas when I first moved to California. But now I am very, very used to having lovely weather all year round — spoiled, you might say! Still, I am nostalgic for the kind of Christmas you describe… sometimes.
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Thanks Joy – being in Scotland, I am envious of your weather, but I do find it hard to imagine a summer Christmas!
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Well, it’s still “winter” here — cold enough to put on sweaters and coats and scarves at night, at least, so that helps me get in the mood a bit more. And I can *see* snow on the mountaintops nearby as I go for my exercise walk in the morning, does that count? 😉
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I suppose it counts, no snow on the ground here yet either.
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That said, I would love to be in Scotland now. Or any time. Never been, but it’s been on my bucket list forever.
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Worth a visit, although steer clear of the tourist traps and get out into the scenery 🙂
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I’m living in sunny Mexico at the moment so this was especially poignant.
Merry Christmas Iain.
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Merry Summer Christmas Tracey!
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Hi Iain,
Thought I’d pop round and read your take on a Southern Hemisphere Christmas. I really enjoyed your taken on the prompt and felt you really created a moving ambiance. I agree with Michael that sledging isn’t the right word. That’s what sport’s players do to razz up their opponents. I’m in Australia and we’d either call it a billycart or simply carting.
Unlike the other readers, I saw this wheeled sled as the embodiment of how different things were and here was this contraption posing as a sled when it was nothing like the real thing…especially when there’s no snow!
I have never had a Winter Christmas. I was living in Germany for about 6 months and came home for Christmas. I became so homesick that the thought of spending Christmas away from my family, the beach etc was too much.
We usually have a cool lunch but still have the plum pudding with brandy sauce and hot custard for dessert. The kids usually spend much of the day in my aunt’s pool.
BTW, where we live Santa turns up to local Christmas events on a fire engine and when my kids were little and they heard the fire engine siren going (heading off to another bush fire no doubt!), they’d call out “Santa!” I miss that now.
Here’s a link through to a post I wrote about an Australian Christmas and a guest post on the subject as well.
Hope you have a great weekend.
xx Rowena
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Oops, forgot the links to the Aussie Christmas post: https://beyondtheflow.wordpress.com/2015/12/24/merry-christmas-a-happy-new-year/
xx Rowena
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Loved the hint of better days and friends ahead. Nicely penned.
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Thanks 🙂
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