where is your christmas spirit?
i worked on the 3rd floor, in an assisted living facility. i didn’t know what i was doing tho. i remember thinking i could just get by, but then realizing the shift was from 7pm to 7am, i figured i’d better get in that little room and figure out if someone needs medicine. as i was walking into the little closet, i was greeted by a nurse from another floor. she had someone who needed to be admitted, but there were no open beds left. i was pissed. no way was i taking another person on my floor. i followed her down the hallway to some stairs, telling her that i couldn’t bring someone insane up here with all these older people sleeping. it would disrupt everything. she walked away and i continued down the hallway to a small stairwell. there was a dingy yellow light at the top and blackness at the bottom. i heard water. i walked down the stairs, hearing sloshing as i got closer. it was dark, but my ankles were wet, so i knew i was standing in water. i heard someone behind the door. i’m pretty sure i wasn’t in the assisted living place anymore. the door opened by itself and i went in. there wasn’t water inside. there was an old man wearing a green robe. he was sitting next to an old christmas tree all lit up. next to the tree were dusty shelves full of boxes of old broken ornaments and lights. in the other corner was a melted plastic christmas tree. the old man spoke up, “where is your christmas spirit? this whole room could be bright with light, but it’s not because of you.”
what the hell is wrong with my head?