The Snow Globe

Henry makes a Christmas wish

Joseph Yossarian
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A hand holding a glass snow globe with a house inside.
Be careful what you wish for (Photo by N. on Unsplash)

Sixty-year-old Henry sang along with Bing Crosby as White Christmas blared from the jukebox in the bar of the Three Crowns. When the song reached the part that mentions glistening treetops and listening children, the inebriated accompanist left Bing to manage on his own momentarily as he licked the paper of a cigarette he’d rolled.

It was early evening on the final Saturday before the 25th, and the bar was doing brisk trade as last-minute shoppers called in for well-earned festive drinks or to hush barking dogs.

Landlord Figgis, a portly gent of middle age, had turned up the jukebox volume so customers could hear the music above the hum of conversation. Satisfied he had found a suitable level, the gaffer retired to the top end of the bar, where he adopted his usual stance of hooking his thumbs into his waistcoat pockets and surveying his indoor empire from beneath the brim of a bowler hat.

Henry rose, took his overcoat from the back of a chair, and put it on. He picked up his glass containing a small amount of beer and drank the contents. After wiping his mouth on his sleeve, Henry put the cigarette between his lips and turned to go outside for a smoke.

The bar was heaving with customers, and the path to the smoking yard was beset on all sides with the compliments of…

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Joseph Yossarian
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Freelance writer and blogger from the north-east coast of England, specialising in true crime, childhood memories and whatever takes my fancy.