The Watchmen Files // The Christmas Edition // Half Chapter Eleven // The Christmas Song

 Hey guys!

  Ah, finally! Some remnant of a chapter for the Christmas Edition! On a quick note, I've changed Mr. Wiley's first name to Flecher. Just a btw!

   Okay, I'll stop chatting and get this thing going :)

   Ava started to roll up the hem of her skirt with fidgeting nerves as she watched the church people bustle around her, preparing for the stage. A group of boys were practicing their lines for the Nativity story they would be acting out on stage, the memorable tune of 'Jingle Bells' was floating through the air as the flutist tried to get the notes right, and a family made last minute adjustments to their puppets and lines for the comical puppet show.
   She stood in the middle of the foyer, softly singing the song she would be performing in her mind.
   It was three days until Christmas, and the entire church was putting on its traditional Christmas Program. Little six year old Ava was bubbling with excitement, but on the night of her performance, her nervousness was catching hold.
   Thankfully, she spotted Mason approaching her with his signature bright smile. Getting down on his knees, he hugged her tightly. "Hey Rosie! You excited?"
   Shaking her head at a loss for words, he tried to comfort her. "Hey, you're not going to be alone up there."
   "I know," she smiled even bigger than he had, "Jesus will be too!"
   "I was going to say Mrs. Harrison and Conner, but yeah, Jesus works," Mason shrugged playfully and gave her another hug before someone flashed the lights to signal seating time. "Gotta go! Have fun out there, okay?"
    With a big kiss to the cheek, he jogged off into the sanctuary as her stage mates took Mason's place at her side.
   "Ready sweetie?" Mrs. Harrison patted her back with a general question.
   Conner peaked around his cello case to give her his deep dimpled smile. "I know you'll do great!"
   She nodded as the director crowded everyone backstage as the lights dimmed.

   Finding himself a seat in the back rows, Mason watched Mr. Harrison pull out a video camera and prepare for filming.
   "She'll do great," Mason assured himself, getting comfortable for the performance. With a more skeptical tone, he added, "I don't think it was such a great idea to have Conner play the cello up there. I mean, people are watching, cameras are rolling-"
   "The chances that one of these people are Hydra intelligence agents are close to nothing," Mr. Harrison combated. "It'll be fine, Mason. Just sit back and enjoy the show."
   Mason took a deep worried breath as the curtain shifted for the first act.



Okay, I know it was short, but that was half-chapter Eleven for you! So sorry you had to wait so long for anything in the Christmas Edition.

   Oh, and also... I'm asking for your prayers. Not for myself, but for the students of Marysville Pilchuck High, and for the victims to look to God in this time of terror. There are so many more effected by this. The families, the friends, the regular old townspeople. Pass this hashtag around (#prayforpilchuck #MPinourhearts). It's wonderful to see any type of support for that awful school shooting.

Anyway, I hope you guys have a good one! :)

Always Watching,

Darrion