Summary: Ralph’s thoughts on Christmas
Disclaimer: The characters in this story don’t belong to me. I only borrowed them for some fun. No moneymaking, no violation of copyrights are intended. The story is mine and it is just fanfiction. English is not my native language, so please be patient with my mistakes.
He didn’t see the letters in front of his eyes. The story of Mary and Joseph – he just had read into the Christmas story - was forgotten as his thoughts began to travel – into another time, another country, to his stolen happiness.
He asked himself, what she would done today - on Christmas Eve. Decorating the tree? Certainly. With all this love that she had to give. The family would come together for the meal. And certainly the new priest would come to Drogheda for the holy fair.
The children would be happy because of their presents –and Meggie would be all joyful about their joy. Perhaps she wore this harming ashes-of-roses-dress that let her look like an angel. His angel!
Meggie! Softly he swirled the rose, he had found between the sides of his Bible. Beloved Meggie! He missed her so much. And yet he never would have been able to decide differently. He needed God more than her. Would she ever understand that?
„Christmas is also called the festival of love, my dear Ralph.“
He lifted his eyes and looked into the kind ones of his mentor. He asked himself not for the first time how much this man knew or suspected.
Cardinal Contini-Verchese nodded toward the dried flower in the bishop’s hand. „Love also is a creation of our God. I am certain, the rose knows that.“
Ralph nodded slightly, then stuck the blossom again between the bible and raised. Soon the holy father would call for the holy fair. It was time to prepare for that and to bury his longings again deeply in his heart.
And in the distance, the bells began to ring.