Post by Skye on Dec 20, 2010 11:51:49 GMT -5
“And then he accused me of ‘champion hopping’ and said he might be willing to date me after he won the championship!! Like I’m some… oh I was so mad!” Skye was talking about the day she had accompanied Chris Sabora to the martial arts studio he had once owned to challenge Mario Puzzo – putting the school on the line if Puzzo lost. He had, and Sabora had since had the school demolished in an attempt to erase the memories that went with it.
“I guess that most of the EUW employees are thinking that I am sleeping with Sabora,” Skye grimaced at the thought of being gossiped about.
Annette poured herself another cup of coffee, “Don’t they have anything better to do backstage?”
“I think it shows how popular you are”, giggled Sarah, reaching for the sugar. Sarah was a new waitress at the Devil’s Dive bar. She tended to show up at the clubhouse during her off hours and hang out as if she was Annette’s gal pal or daughter. Annette wasn’t sure what this girl was up to, whether she was just there for the job, trying to bag herself a biker boyfriend, or even maybe hoping to meet a wrestler by getting to know Skye.
“Sarah… you need to rethink your values, girl,” Annette rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Being treated like you are a party platter is NOT a compliment to a woman.”
Skye chuckled as she stood up and took her empty cup to the sink, “You have your work cut out for you, “mom”. I’m gonna head out now. I bought myself a Christmas tree to put up. I need to stop by Grandma’s and find the decorations. I haven’t much felt in the spirit, but I am damned if I will let the season go by undecorated.”
“Good for you.” Annette got up from the table and gave Skye a big hug. “Don’t stay out of touch so long. I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too,” Skye slipped her jacket on, “It was nice meeting you, Sarah. Don’t give Annette too hard a time, she doesn’t need gray hair from you too.” Annette raised an eyebrow and Sarah looked a little confused, but smiled at Skye and gave her a farewell wave.
It took Skye three trips from her car to get everything into the guest house before she could settle into her Christmas decorating. One for the tree, one for her groceries, and one for the box of decorations she had finally found in the back of a closet at her grandparents house.
It wasn’t a very big tree, only about five feet tall, but to her it was perfect. Skye had spent forty-five minutes at the tree lot picking through the selection before she found it. Then she’d asked the lot attendant to cut off a few dead branches and take half an inch off the bottom of the trunk to save her the time when she got to setting it in the tree stand.
She got the tree into the stand, had turned the radio to the holiday station, so she moved into the little kitchen and put away her groceries, all except the eggnog. Taking a glass from the cupboard, Skye poured herself some eggnog, adding some rum for holiday ‘spirit’. Carrying the glass into the living room, she set it down and opened the box of decorations, taking out each of the smaller boxes carefully, so as not to break the individual ornaments wrapped and tucked between the boxes. Soon the sofa was covered in open boxes of ornaments, and others lying in tissue wrappings like babies in their blankets. At the bottom of the box, Skye found coils of lights and silvery garland. Removing the lights, she checked each strand to see if they still lit up. Out of the four sets, only two still worked, but that was probably plenty for the little tree. By the time she was finished with the lights and garland, she was on her third glass of eggnog, and singing along with the carols on the radio. Putting the ornaments on the tree brought back a lot of memories. Some of the ornaments were from her childhood, and reminded her so strongly of Christmases past that her heart ached with the memories. Others her grandmother had given to her, precious and antique. Those, she wrapped up and put back in the box, she had a feeling they shouldn’t be on her tree this year.
Finally, Skye felt the tree was done. She found the tree topper in a pile of tissue paper, and placed it on the top branch. Folding the rest of the wrappers, and closing up the boxes, she cleaned up and relaxed with her fifth glass of eggnog and the Christmas station. She stood, admiring her pretty tree, all lit up (and so was she), as her favorite holiday song started playing. Swaying slightly, Skye sang along:
“Santa Baby, just slip a sable under the tree, for me.
I’ve been an awful good girl, Santa baby,
so hurry down the chimney tonight.
Santa baby, a ‘54 convertible too, (hmm, that would be worth a pretty penny these days)
Light blue.
I'll wait up for you dear,
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.
Think of all the fun I've missed,
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed, (like I would be kissing anyone but Toby?)
Next year I could be just as good, (unless he comes back)
If you'll check off my Christmas list,”
Skye began to alter the lyrics to more suit her own Christmas wishes rather than Eartha Kitt’s
Santa honey, how ‘bout a new bike,
And really, a Harley more like,
I’ve been an angel all year,
Santa honey, so hurry down the chimney tonight.
Santa honey, one little thing I really need,
The deed,
To my own studio
Santa honey, so hurry down the chimney tonight.
Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a Pentax,
and checks.
Sign your 'X' on the line,” she slurred slightly, “(oh wait, that name’s taken, better use Kris Kringle instead)
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight.
Come and trim my Christmas tree,”
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's, (giggles)
I really do believe in you,
Let's see if you believe in me,”
Skye’s voice trailed off and she sat down on the sofa. Looking into her empty glass, she sighed and set it on the coffee table. Tomorrow, she would wrap the gifts she had bought. Miscellaneous gifts for some of other employees at EUW; an album of special photo reprints she’d created for her grandparents; a vintage leather jacket she’d found in London for Annette; a box of his favorite stogies for Cole; a new wide angle lens for Sonny… she'd even bought something for Sabora; a coffee table photo book of Japanese landscapes. And lastly, a gift for Toby, that she wasn’t sure was ever going to ever be unwrapped, but it would go under the tree nevertheless. She looked wistfully at her sparkling tree, feeling a bit more in a holiday mood than she had since before Halloween. Curling up on the sofa, she snuggled into a couple of pillows and listened to the radio. It wasn’t long before Skye was asleep, looking a bit like a little girl trying to wait up for Santa on Christmas Eve. All that was missing from the scene was a stocking hung by the fireplace, a glass of milk and a plate of cookies on the table.
Santa Baby song
“I guess that most of the EUW employees are thinking that I am sleeping with Sabora,” Skye grimaced at the thought of being gossiped about.
Annette poured herself another cup of coffee, “Don’t they have anything better to do backstage?”
“I think it shows how popular you are”, giggled Sarah, reaching for the sugar. Sarah was a new waitress at the Devil’s Dive bar. She tended to show up at the clubhouse during her off hours and hang out as if she was Annette’s gal pal or daughter. Annette wasn’t sure what this girl was up to, whether she was just there for the job, trying to bag herself a biker boyfriend, or even maybe hoping to meet a wrestler by getting to know Skye.
“Sarah… you need to rethink your values, girl,” Annette rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Being treated like you are a party platter is NOT a compliment to a woman.”
Skye chuckled as she stood up and took her empty cup to the sink, “You have your work cut out for you, “mom”. I’m gonna head out now. I bought myself a Christmas tree to put up. I need to stop by Grandma’s and find the decorations. I haven’t much felt in the spirit, but I am damned if I will let the season go by undecorated.”
“Good for you.” Annette got up from the table and gave Skye a big hug. “Don’t stay out of touch so long. I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too,” Skye slipped her jacket on, “It was nice meeting you, Sarah. Don’t give Annette too hard a time, she doesn’t need gray hair from you too.” Annette raised an eyebrow and Sarah looked a little confused, but smiled at Skye and gave her a farewell wave.
•
It took Skye three trips from her car to get everything into the guest house before she could settle into her Christmas decorating. One for the tree, one for her groceries, and one for the box of decorations she had finally found in the back of a closet at her grandparents house.
It wasn’t a very big tree, only about five feet tall, but to her it was perfect. Skye had spent forty-five minutes at the tree lot picking through the selection before she found it. Then she’d asked the lot attendant to cut off a few dead branches and take half an inch off the bottom of the trunk to save her the time when she got to setting it in the tree stand.
She got the tree into the stand, had turned the radio to the holiday station, so she moved into the little kitchen and put away her groceries, all except the eggnog. Taking a glass from the cupboard, Skye poured herself some eggnog, adding some rum for holiday ‘spirit’. Carrying the glass into the living room, she set it down and opened the box of decorations, taking out each of the smaller boxes carefully, so as not to break the individual ornaments wrapped and tucked between the boxes. Soon the sofa was covered in open boxes of ornaments, and others lying in tissue wrappings like babies in their blankets. At the bottom of the box, Skye found coils of lights and silvery garland. Removing the lights, she checked each strand to see if they still lit up. Out of the four sets, only two still worked, but that was probably plenty for the little tree. By the time she was finished with the lights and garland, she was on her third glass of eggnog, and singing along with the carols on the radio. Putting the ornaments on the tree brought back a lot of memories. Some of the ornaments were from her childhood, and reminded her so strongly of Christmases past that her heart ached with the memories. Others her grandmother had given to her, precious and antique. Those, she wrapped up and put back in the box, she had a feeling they shouldn’t be on her tree this year.
Finally, Skye felt the tree was done. She found the tree topper in a pile of tissue paper, and placed it on the top branch. Folding the rest of the wrappers, and closing up the boxes, she cleaned up and relaxed with her fifth glass of eggnog and the Christmas station. She stood, admiring her pretty tree, all lit up (and so was she), as her favorite holiday song started playing. Swaying slightly, Skye sang along:
“Santa Baby, just slip a sable under the tree, for me.
I’ve been an awful good girl, Santa baby,
so hurry down the chimney tonight.
Santa baby, a ‘54 convertible too, (hmm, that would be worth a pretty penny these days)
Light blue.
I'll wait up for you dear,
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.
Think of all the fun I've missed,
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed, (like I would be kissing anyone but Toby?)
Next year I could be just as good, (unless he comes back)
If you'll check off my Christmas list,”
Skye began to alter the lyrics to more suit her own Christmas wishes rather than Eartha Kitt’s
Santa honey, how ‘bout a new bike,
And really, a Harley more like,
I’ve been an angel all year,
Santa honey, so hurry down the chimney tonight.
Santa honey, one little thing I really need,
The deed,
To my own studio
Santa honey, so hurry down the chimney tonight.
Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a Pentax,
and checks.
Sign your 'X' on the line,” she slurred slightly, “(oh wait, that name’s taken, better use Kris Kringle instead)
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight.
Come and trim my Christmas tree,”
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's, (giggles)
I really do believe in you,
Let's see if you believe in me,”
Skye’s voice trailed off and she sat down on the sofa. Looking into her empty glass, she sighed and set it on the coffee table. Tomorrow, she would wrap the gifts she had bought. Miscellaneous gifts for some of other employees at EUW; an album of special photo reprints she’d created for her grandparents; a vintage leather jacket she’d found in London for Annette; a box of his favorite stogies for Cole; a new wide angle lens for Sonny… she'd even bought something for Sabora; a coffee table photo book of Japanese landscapes. And lastly, a gift for Toby, that she wasn’t sure was ever going to ever be unwrapped, but it would go under the tree nevertheless. She looked wistfully at her sparkling tree, feeling a bit more in a holiday mood than she had since before Halloween. Curling up on the sofa, she snuggled into a couple of pillows and listened to the radio. It wasn’t long before Skye was asleep, looking a bit like a little girl trying to wait up for Santa on Christmas Eve. All that was missing from the scene was a stocking hung by the fireplace, a glass of milk and a plate of cookies on the table.
Santa Baby song
