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100wordsTitle: 'Atmosphere'
Fandom: The Monkees
Rating: G
Notes: Using Prompt #354: Smile. Crossposted toadventdrabbles.
Peter smiled, taking in the sights.
The Christmas tree farm was a bustling lot as the sun was setting. Bright lights had been strung from fence to fence, their glow just beginning to show against the fading sunlight. A public address system was playing a medley of holiday music.
Families jostled here and there, though everyone seemed more cheerful than hassled. Nearby, a young brother and sister, only about eight or nine years old, argued a bit over which of two Douglas firs was the better of the two. Their parents were acting as referees, offering hot chocolate and candy canes, as long as they came to a decision in the next five minutes. The kids fell in line soon, helped along by a hint that Santa and his elves were watching their actions closely.
Not far off, a couple was examining a fine Blue Spruce. They looked as aglow with delight as a pair of newlyweds, though they were easily in their sixties.
Everyone seemed so joyful. So wonderfully Christmassy.
"Can I help you," the proprietor asked.
"Oh!" Peter blinked. "I'm sorry, sir. I got wrapped up in the atmosphere."
The other man grinned. "It's pretty easy to do."
Fandom: The Monkees
Rating: G
Notes: Using Prompt #354: Smile. Crossposted to
adventdrabbles.Peter smiled, taking in the sights.
The Christmas tree farm was a bustling lot as the sun was setting. Bright lights had been strung from fence to fence, their glow just beginning to show against the fading sunlight. A public address system was playing a medley of holiday music.
Families jostled here and there, though everyone seemed more cheerful than hassled. Nearby, a young brother and sister, only about eight or nine years old, argued a bit over which of two Douglas firs was the better of the two. Their parents were acting as referees, offering hot chocolate and candy canes, as long as they came to a decision in the next five minutes. The kids fell in line soon, helped along by a hint that Santa and his elves were watching their actions closely.
Not far off, a couple was examining a fine Blue Spruce. They looked as aglow with delight as a pair of newlyweds, though they were easily in their sixties.
Everyone seemed so joyful. So wonderfully Christmassy.
"Can I help you," the proprietor asked.
"Oh!" Peter blinked. "I'm sorry, sir. I got wrapped up in the atmosphere."
The other man grinned. "It's pretty easy to do."
