Steve Berry had always had a dislike for Christmas,
despite all the jollity and faux fun, because unlike many of his Christmas mad
friends he had no happy Christmas memories to anesthetise him against the
season.
His parents were alcoholics and each year their
Christmas came in a bottle and thanks to his father, Steve’s came with a slap.
So, his childhood Christmases were memories he would rather
have forgotten, but as he grew up he found that adulthood brought no relief and
it always seemed to him that when shit happened at that time of the year,
Christmas just magnified the misery.
For example, if someone dies at Christmas the very
season makes it more keenly felt.
He could testify to that from personal experience, as
his mother died on Christmas Eve when he was only 19.
He has no idea where his father was and quite frankly,
he didn’t care, he never showed up for the funeral and he could have been dead
as well for all he knew.
So as a result, he has never trusted Christmas, because
he knows that horror lurks beneath the coloured lights, tinsel, and paper
chains.
He used to dream of getting away at Christmas and going
somewhere that doesn’t celebrate the jolly season in any way shape or form.
But where exactly is that place?
If anyone had any idea, then answers on a postcard to
Steve Berry would have been appreciated.
So, each year like the rest of us he is subjected to
all the usual false jollity, Christmas Parties, Secret Santa’s and Christmas
Lunches, Paper hats, crackers and all that festive shit, and everywhere he went
from October onwards was bedecked with tinsel, garlands, bells, baubles and led
lights.
Each and every shop plays endless spools of
regurgitated Christmas tunes and God forbid you ever broach the subject of the
morons who decorate the outside of their houses with a myriad of twinkling
lights.
Steve never had a girlfriend at Christmas, he always
dumped them well in advance or got himself dumped, when they started to get too
jolly.
So, when he was 21, he developed the perfect anti
Christmas strategy, he would always save a chunk of annual leave and finished
work at least one week before the big day and returned after the New Year
debacle.
He would stock up with enough food for three weeks,
even though it meant doing battle with the festive numpties in the supermarket
and armed with a stack of DVD box sets he became a Christmas recluse until the
year turned.
He exercised that strategy for 9 years and his
philosophy is
“so far so good”.
In recent years he found it had become easier with the
advent of catch up TV, he just needed to avoid the adverts that reminded him
that it’s Christmas or that he can’t afford a holiday.
So, he was in the Pig and Whistle, not exactly a real
shit hole of a pub, but close, however it was the only one in town guaranteed
not to play Christmas stuff, because the landlord Phil hated Christmas almost
as much as Steve did.
It was his last night out before his Christmas exile
and it was his intention to get totally shitfaced as he had almost three weeks
to recover.
He was not a social animal; he liked his own company
and if he ever engaged in conversation with fellow patrons it was because he
had initiated it, Steve was not averse to being rude if someone else spoke
first.
So, he was sat in the furthest most corner of the bar
reading his book and enjoying his third pint, when it happened.
“Hello” she said
Steve ignored her, normally if he didn’t respond they’d
get the message and go away
“Hello” she said louder “Are you ok?”
“I was” he sighed
“Oh, dear Mr Grinch” she said “what you need is some
Christmas spirit”
“I’m fine” he insisted
“I don’t think you are, sitting on your own in the furthest
most corner” she said
Steve looked at her for the first time, she was
roughly his age, maybe a little younger, and she was wearing a red dress and
red and white striped stockings and had tinsel in her mousy hair.
“Who are you? The Christmas fairy?” he asked gruffly,
he really wanted to tell her to fuck off and take her Christmas cheer with her,
but he thought she was quite cute.
“No, I’m Holly, Phil’s niece” she said
“Holly? How very festive” He said sarcastically
“Yes, I’m going to instil a little Christmas spirit
in the place” Holly said
“But Phil hates Christmas” Steve informed her
“I know” she said “which is why he’s going to Las
Vegas until the New Year”
“When?” He asked
“Half an hour ago” she replied
“So, are you going to come and join the rest of us?”
“No thanks I don’t do Christmas” he said and returned
to his book
“Oh well perhaps some Christmas music will get you in
the mood” she said resolutely
“Oh God” he said
The Christmas party mix was really grating on him,
but he was too far along with his Christmas strategy to go off hunting for
another Christmas free pub, so he had to put up with it.
As the evening wore on, she persisted in trying to
draw him out of his corner, but to no avail.
He left the corner only to go to the bar and get
another drink and then returned to his solitude.
Apart from the music upsetting his plans there was
the added annoyance of customers, more arriving every hour, word had got out
that Phil “The Grinch who stole Christmas” had gone for the duration, and that
there was a new Santa in town.
This only became a problem however when, while he
was at the bar, somebody took over his corner, so he had to return to the bar
again.
“Back again already Steve?” Holly asked
“Someone is in my seat” he said
“Well pull up a stool” she suggested
“Do I have a choice?” he said grumpily
“You’re just a little ray of sunshine” she said and
laughed
“I can see I’m going to have to use all my magic on
you”
He settled himself down on the stool and said
“I’ve never seen it so busy in here”
“I know” Holly said “I’m going to need more staff
at this rate”
“Good luck with that” he said
Steve woke up the next morning with his face stuck
to the mock leather of a bench seat and when he painfully sat himself up, he saw
he was in the lounge bar of the Pig and Whistle.
Well he had intended getting shit faced the night before,
so mission accomplished there, he had also expected to wake up with a hangover,
so another box ticked, but it was never part of the plan to wake up at the
pub.
“Good morning sunshine” Holly called as she crashed
through the door wearing a dressing gown and slippers.
“Ow” he said “have some respect for the dead”
She put a mug of black coffee on the table in front
of him and peered at his bloodshot eyes
“Blimey! Can you actually see through those?” she
asked
“I hope you don’t drink like that when you’re
working”
“Well I don’t need to worry about work until
January” he said and sipped at his coffee
“Don’t you remember anything about last night?”
Holly asked with a wry smile on her lips
He closed his eyes and replied
“I remember I don’t like Christmas”
“Anything else?” Holly persisted
“It was very busy, very noisy” Steve said but could
remember nothing else
“Do you remember me saying I needed more staff?”
she asked
“Yes, I do remember that” he replied
“Good” she said “because your it”
“What?” he said loudly and then winced
“You volunteered to work right through till New
Year’s Eve”
“I can’t have” Steve said
“Well you did” She insisted and showed him a piece
of paper detailing the fore mentioned offer signed by Steve.
“That doesn’t count” he said “I was pissed”
“It’s legally binding” Holly stated “It’s notarized
by a solicitor”
Steve stared at the signature
“Sam Culver?” he said “he’s not a solicitor he’s a
forklift driver”
“Be that as it may, but he has still witnessed your
signature on this contract” she said coolly
“Contract?” he said in disbelieve
“Contract” she confirmed
“Oh, please you’re not really going to hold me to
this?” Steve said waving the “contract” in her direction
“You start tonight” she informed him
“Oh God I’ve sold my soul to the Christmas fairy”
he said with his head in his hands
“I prefer Christmas angel” she said “But I’m not
the one with tinsel in my hair”
“Oh shit” he exclaimed
“Get yourself a hair of the dog, I’m going to get
dressed” Holly said smiling
“Oh, and there’s no drinking on the job, by the
way”
Over the week and a half that followed his
entrapment, between his first shift and Christmas Eve, Holly had done her best
to elicit the details of why it was that Steve hated Christmas so much.
Holly had noticed right at the beginning that he
was not the miserable git that she first thought.
In fact, that first night when he was forced to sit
at the bar, he had been very funny, once he managed to forget it was Christmas.
But every time he heard someone utter the words
happy Christmas it was like he’d been stabbed.
So, she relentlessly picked away at the scab every
day, but she couldn’t get him to open up, but she wasn’t prepared to give up
under any circumstances.
Steve would never have admitted it and despite his initial
protests he was rather enjoying working behind a bar again.
He hadn’t done it since he left university and
started working as an accountant.
The repetitive festive music still grated on him,
though less so, even the Christmas t-shirts and jumpers that Holly made him
wear had become less onerous.
Holly herself led by example and wore an almost
inexhaustible supply of festive outfits and he had to admit she still looked
cute in which ever one she was wearing.
She was a nosey cow though and kept poking and
prodding at him trying to find out what made him tick, but it amused him that
his not playing ball was driving her crackers.
On Christmas Eve Steve Berry drove to the pub,
arriving at 9.30am, and thought
“It’s going to be a long day”
It was bitterly cold and the sky was grey and
overcast, he sniffed the air and knocked on the front door which Holly opened
within a couple of minutes and she was already dressed in her Christmas outfit,
namely Mrs. Clause.
“Morning Steve” she said “Happy Christmas Eve”
“Why are you always so cheerful?” he asked in
response
“Because “it’s a wonderful life”” she said
“Oh God are you going to throw festive film titles
at me all day?”
“I hadn’t thought of that” she said “but it sounds
like fun”
He took his coat off and revealed his jumper of the
day adorned with a reindeer’s head.
“There’s snow in the air” he said hanging up his
coat
“Lovely” she replied with a chuckle “White
Christmas”
“Stop it” Steve said
Holly had walked to the bar picked something up and
returned with it behind her back.
“What’s that?” he asked suspiciously
“Antlers” she said triumphantly and put them on his
head
“Please no” he said “that’s too much”
“Stop whining Grinch or I’ll put the Christmas tape
on” she threatened
They knew it was going to be busy in the pub that
day so in addition to Holly and Steve there were barmaids Clare and Petra and
in the kitchen were Stefano and Ausra.
It wasn’t manically busy but there was a steady
flow all day, shoppers popping in for a warm, that kind of thing, and as it was
such a bitter cold day the kitchen did a roaring trade in warming chili,
casseroles and stews so much so that they kept the kitchen going right through
the afternoon, it was not however a day for cold desserts.
However, by five o’clock they had sold out and the
till drawers were stuffed.
Holly kept taking them away to the office, but they
kept filling up.
While Holly counted the takings in the office,
Steve and Petra manned the bar and Clare helped Steph and Ausra clear away.
Job done they joined Steve at the bar and were
enjoying a well-earned drink when Holly came out.
“Well done you lot” she said “I hope that drink is
on the house”
“It is” Steve said
“We have had a phenomenal day” she said handing out
pay packets “so there’s a little something extra in there”
“Thanks boss” Stephanos said
“Cheers Holl” Petra
“Thanks Holly” Clare and Ausra said simultaneously
What she didn’t tell them was that the little extra
was 100 pounds per head, they wouldn’t find that out until later.
“Where’s mine?” Steve asked
“Grinch tax” Holly said to the great amusement of
the others and patted his cheek
“Charming” he replied but was laughing when he said
it, he knew that the others were finished until after Christmas, but he still had
the evening shift.
Although he wasn’t bothered about the money particularly,
he knew he would get it, he had actually enjoyed Christmas Eve for the first
time ever.
They all finished their drinks and it was the
moment that Steve hated most, the final farewell when Christmas wishes were
exchanged.
“Merry Christmas” Clare said and kissed Steve
“And you” he replied
“Happy Christmas Stevie” Ausra said kissing him
“Yes, you too” said Steve
“Happy, Happy Christmas” Petra said planting a very
exuberant kiss on his mouth
“Ditto” he replied
“A very happy Christmas my friend” Stephanos said
extravagantly and feigned to kiss him but shook his hand instead and roared
with laughter.
“Have a good one” Steve said also laughing.
When they had gone Steve noticed it had started
snowing lightly.
“So why can’t you say Happy Christmas?” Holly asked
“I told you it was going to snow” he said
“Don’t change the subject” Holly persisted
“I can say it, I just didn’t need to as everyone
else said it”
He answered “I didn’t want to wear the phrase out”
“Baubles” Holly retorted
Holly disappeared upstairs for half an hour between
the afternoon and evening sessions, and when she came down, she had changed
outfits and she wore a different red Dress with white trim and a more daring
neckline, but instead of her customary red and white stripy tights she was
wearing black ones with holly motifs, how appropriate Steve thought as he was
wiping down the tables in readiness for the next wave of punters.
As he looked at her Steve thought she was really
very cute, but because of his Christmas phobia he would probably have to
liberate her from the Christmas stuff first if she was ever to progress further
than cute.
“I wish I’d asked Steph to keep some Chili back”
Holly said “I’m starving”
“Don’t worry” he said “when Debbie arrives, I’ll go
over the road and get a takeaway”
“Ok” she concurred “but what takeaway”
“Your choice, my treat” he replied
“What? a Christmas treat?” Holly asked
“No, just a treat” he replied and smiled
Debbie arrived right on time.
“The snows settling” she said as she went behind
the bar
“Hi Debbie” Holly said
“So, what’s your poison?” Steve asked
“Pizza” She replied very definitely “Pepperoni”
“Have you eaten Debbie?” he shouted
“Yes, but I can eat a slice or two” she replied
As he walked across the road to Dominoes, he
noticed the snow was falling faster and would lay quite deep if it persisted.
Despite Debbie saying she would only eat a piece or
two he decided to get a pizza each, he’d seen Debbie eat before and for a
skinny bird she could really pack it away.
When he got back to the pub the clientele had
almost doubled so he thought it was the beginning of the evening rush and
wasn’t sure if they’d have time to enjoy the pizzas, but he needn’t have
worried as it proved to be a false dawn and the rush never materialized.
He was right about one thing though; Debbie
demolished a whole pizza.
By seven o’clock the numbers hadn’t really changed
even if the faces had and by eight with the snow falling thick and fast in near
blizzard conditions it was fairly obvious punters weren’t going to be venturing
out in any significant numbers.
Knowing that Debbie had a ten-mile journey home
Holly said
“I think you’d better get off hon or you won’t get
home at all”
“Are you sure Holl?” Debbie asked
“Absolutely” She said and handed Debbie her coat
and her pay packet.
“Thanks Holly” she said “Happy Christmas”
“Happy Christmas and drive safely” she said “Text
me when your home”
“Ok, happy
Christmas Steve” she said
“And you Deb” he replied
Holly had walked to the door with Debbie and stared
out the window for a long time as she watched her get underway, when she returned
to the bar, she said
“You’d better get off as well Steve”
“No, I’ll stay a bit longer” he replied
“This might be your last chance” she said “it’s
coming down like billy-o”
“That’s ok” he said “I can always kip in the lounge
bar again”
It was a strange night although there weren’t many customers,
they still managed to sell quite a lot of beer.
They had a succession of punters coming in for jugs
of ale, so much so that they ran out of jugs.
But all in all, it was very quiet, so by 9 o’clock
Holly said
“Right let’s have a drink”
“I thought you didn’t like the staff drinking on
duty” he said
“What the hell its Christmas” she replied and
noticed that he visibly tensed at the word Christmas, she pulled him a pint and
poured a glass of wine for herself, and they sat on stools on the punters side
of the bar to drink them.
“Do you mind if I crash here tonight Holly? He
asked
“I’d rather you crashed here than out there” She
replied
“And it looks like my plans for tomorrow will need
to be revised, so we can spend the day together, if you like”
“Ok thanks” he said
They were well into their second drink when Holly
asked
“So, what exactly is the deal with you and
Christmas?”
“Do we have to go there” he asked
“Yes, we do” she said “I’ve been watching you this
week and every time someone wishes you a happy Christmas you react as if you’ve
been stabbed”
“Well I wouldn’t go that far” Steve responded
“I would” she said but he just shrugged
“Come on Steve” she insisted “You are such an
infuriating man, cough it up”
“Can’t you just leave it alone?” he said
“You can’t tell me you haven’t enjoyed this week”
she said “or that you would have preferred to be locked away in your flat
pretending that Christmas was just a bad dream”
Steve drained his glass and went through the hatch
and pulled himself another one.
“I don’t want to go into all the details, suffice
is to say that for me there was no happy little boy waiting for Santa on
Christmas Eve” he said painfully
“My childhood was unbearable, and Christmas was
even more so”
Holly didn’t speak but sat with head
sympathetically inclined
“Not everyone is raised by Mary Poppins” he said
factiously
“That’s not very fare” Holly said hurtfully
“I suppose you think my Christmases were happy?”
Steve merely snorted
“I had lousy Christmases as a child, my parents
didn’t believe in it, so we didn’t celebrate it,” she said forcefully, though Steve
looked unconvinced
“My parents are hippies” She stated “Christmases
for me were spent in a VW Camper van on Salisbury plain, don’t get me wrong, I
love my parents and for me at the time it seemed perfectly normal and I was
perfectly happy”
Holly paused
“And I would get a present, though it was never
wrapped in Christmas paper, and there were no Christmas trees, no baubles or
tinsel, no garlands or colored lights, in short in my childhood Christmas just
didn’t exist”
“So now you’re overcompensating” Steve said and
took another drink.
“Not at all I decided that feeling sorry for myself
was not an option, and I refused to be dictated to by the past” she said “I
decided I would make new memories and stop looking back”
“I was 17 when I first experience a proper
Christmas, and I thought it was wonderful, and magical and I’ve made sure I’ve
enjoyed everyone since”
“There is no similarity between our childhoods” he
said
“Your childhood was happy it just didn’t include
Christmas, mine was desperately unhappy”
“And you blame Christmas for it” Holly said “I know
for you, life was different, but I want to squeeze the most joy I can from
every moment”
Steve just looked at her as she took a brief pause
“Just as you should” She said and put her hand on
his knee at the precise moment the doors burst open and a new group of punters
came through the door.
Steve stood behind the bar drying glasses as he
watched Holly as she chatted to the clientele, each table in turn.
He liked it as she walked from table to table, she had
a gait that was easy on the eye and the way the flared skirt moved across her
legs was quite sensual.
However, one by one the meagre band of customers
disappeared into the snowy night after the usual exchange of Christmas
Greetings.
It was midnight and as the last customer left for
the night, Holly wished them a happy Christmas and locked the front doors and
as she slipped the last bolt across and drew the curtain, Steve appeared behind
her just as the church bells chimed.
Holly turned and faced him
“Merry Christmas Holly” he said and kissed her
