Christmas wish

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Tonight is the beginning of christmas for me. The beginning of the christmas holidays. 9 whole days and nights before I had to go back to work at the Language school. I love my job, but this year had been hectic, and I’d been here in Lyon since February, and felt like I’d hardly had any time to enjoy this beautiful French city. Teaching English to adults was harder work than I’d imagined it to be. This christmas, like every year, I missed my family back in Dublin, but I don’t regret staying. It was a truly spectacular time…

The evening of the 21st, as they apparently do every year, there was the exchanging of some presents, and everyone hanging around and drinking mulled wine. It came to time to leave “Merry christmas everyone… Joyeux Noel Alicia.” I said good bye to the reception before leaving for the holidays. “Ah… David, wait… there’s something here for you…. It’s a present. I don’t know who left it.”
How nice. I had no idea who it was from. There was no tag. I opened it up and it was a diary. A really classy, black, leather backed diary. It covered the academic year, from September to September. Inside the front page was written ...



To the best teacher ever,
Merry christmas
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P.S. Why not check out today’s date?



I opened up at 21st December

No. 16, Place de la République. 21.00.
Ne sois pas en retard !

9 o’clock... don’t be late... But no name, I didn’t recognise the address, mystery. It was already 7 o’clock. Should I prepare ? I took the metro home, and felt very nervous. I had a quick meal, a coffee, a shower, put on a pair of faded blue jeans and a smart black shirt and hopped back onto the metro for the 15 minute ride across the town to La place de la République. My stomach jumped with nervous energy the whole way.

When I arrived, No. 16 was easy to find. It was the last one in the enclosed square and by far the biggest. A large looking, white, southern European styled house. A little like the kind of modern Italian beach homes I’d always dreamt of owning. I walked to the front door, still no idea who’s house this was, and I found a note in the same hand writing on the door.



Just come on in David
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