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I'm Driving Home For Christmas
"Get out of the waaay!!! For god's sake!! What is WRONG with these morons???" BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
A hundred weary drivers in a hundred dreary cars, growled and honked their way home.
Each more important than the other. Now their own working week was all done.
"Learn how to drive IDIOT!!!" BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!
A temper lost in a sea of frustration, nothing more than a drop in the ocean,
Just a tooth on a cog in the festive machine as it sprawled across the nation.
"There's a gap... in the other lane... If I can just squeeze in there before the bridge..." BEEEEP! BEEEEEEP!
A screech of rubber, a scream of metal, the crack of plastic, and tinkling of glass.
The panic rising as the parapet drew near, and beyond... the inky black mass.
"Oh my GOD!!! Oh My GOD!!!! that was so close. I nearly ended up in the bloody river... and they didn't even stop to check I was ok...
WTF is wrong with people?"
Relief turned to anger and swiftly to tears, a myriad of questions getting drowned in the fears.
A narrow escape and the blurry walk home with the guilt of having downed that last beer.
"What would they do if I never came home? I've been such an idiot... God, I could have lost it all in a second."
The twinkling lights and the smell of home cooking, came into view pulling them home.
A final sob before pulling together and facing the inevitable storm.
"Not long now, I'll soon be there... safe inside... warm and cosy... I'm sure they'll understand?
I mean... It wasn't REALLY my fault... was it?"
A sound on the breeze, an old Christmas song... calling to home once again.
It sounds so familiar and comforting now, but something is not quite the same.
"Away walks the stranger
No crib for His bed
The little Lord Jesus
Lays down His sweet head
The stars in the bright sky
Look down where He lay
The frustrated driver
Asleep where he'll stay
The traffic is slowing
his realisation wakes
His clothes they are soaking
He gambled - high stakes
And as he starts drifting
and the sirens die down
he knows it's now over
and his time here is done..."
A traffic cop shakes his head among the flashing Red and Blue lights, as the paramedics pull the lifeless body from the inky black water under the
bridge.
A woman breaks down in her doorway, screaming for her children as the ashen faced policewoman tells her the news.
A haunting Carol forever ingrained in her blackened memory of these - the Happiest of Holidays.
THE END
edit on 1-12-2016 by Gordi The Drummer because: Fix title