Traxx - My Christmas Wish

My Christmas Wish

Aeryn Traxx

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My Christmas Wish 2011 Aeryn Traxx

ISBN # 9781614952329

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My Christmas Wish

Tye Boling had everything. He had a great job, a nice condo and a car. The only thing missing was someone in his life to share it all with. To keep those kind of thoughts from ruining his life, he volunteered nearly all his free time to the Saint Mary's Church soup kitchen on Eleventh Street downtown. Tye spent each evening, after working his day job, taking his turn in the prep kitchen where he chopped vegetables, washed dishes, and took out the trash. It was a labor of love and Tye took great pride in what he did to help those in need. Especially at the holidays, when the number of people needing assistance rose.

Christmas was just two days away when Tye got tapped on the shoulder to serve on the food line. He usually prepared the food rather than serve it but one of the usual line ladies had gotten ill. Being the team player he was, Tye had no problem donning a paper apron, gloves, and a hair net. Waving a spoon in the air he moved into position, the women laughing at their new recruit.

"Potatoes beware!" Tye said as he pulled the plastic off the metal container and began ladling portions.

"Honey, they already been mashed, not sure they have much to fear from you and your spoon." Rynesha laughed and spooned gravy on top of the potatoes Tye had placed on the tray.

"I just wanted them to know who was in charge. Don't want to be wearing potatoes in my hair when I leave here tonight." Tye stirred the potatoes in the metal bin.

"Tye baby, you must lead a really wild life if the possibility of potatoes in your hair is going to get you all riled up." The shortest lady on the line, Madge, shook her head and pulled the plastic wrap off the bin in front of her.

"Well, you know us gay boys whoop it up every night of the week. Wild sex parties and all that."

"Uh huh," Rynesha said. "That why you here in the soup kitchen five nights a week?"

"Parties don't start 'til after ten," Tye replied as he felt the heat of a blush on his cheeks.

"Boy, you an awful liar. But God knows we loves you for coming down and helping. Not many who would." Madge spooned mixed vegetables on a tray and handed it to Tye.

The homeless, several prostitutes, and the working poor stood quietly in line, waiting their turn for a plate of food while the ladies and one lone gentleman greeted each and every one with a smile and pleasant word.

Tye felt like he was on top of the world, yet overwhelmed by the number of people who came through the doors. Nameless people. Men, women, and children who needed his help to make it through to the next meal. Yes, he took it personally but then again he took everything personally. Big personality flaw his old love, Austin, would say.

Austin. Why in Heaven's name would he think of Austin today? It had been nearly three years and to be honest, he'd completely given up on ever seeing or hearing from the only man he had ever loved.

"Thank you," a man mumbled to Madge.

Tye froze. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Could it be Austin here in the soup kitchen? Tye looked hard at the man now standing in front of him. A shaggy beard and scraggly hair for sure but no one else in the world had those beautiful turquoise eyes.

Rynesha nudged Tye. "You holdin' up the line, boy."

"S-sorry," Tye mumbled. He spooned potatoes on the tray and handed it on. The man in front of him seemed amused by Tye's reaction. Words failed him and it brought a smile to the man on the opposite side of the food line.

"Thank you," was offered by the disheveled man. He moved down the line thanking each and every worker for their time.

Tye could not believe his ears or his eyes. Could it really be him?

Rynesha nudged Tye again.

"Honey, you okay? You gone white as a ghost. You got nothing to worry 'bout these people. They all know how to behave."

"I'm sorry. I just thought I saw someone I knew."

"Happens a lot, honey. Best thing to do is keep smiling and serve up the food. They have their pride, you know."

"Of course," Tye replied absently as he continued to do his part in the food line. Unfortunately, his mind swirled with thoughts of the past.

He'd fallen madly in love with Austin Sprouce in the tenth grade. The versatile boy was on the football team and the debate team. Austin's family had insisted he play in every sport. Handsome, buff, and the confidence of a winner, Tye had lost his heart to the sportsman. At first he'd been afraid to approach the young man every girl wanted. There'd been a few awkward tries but cheerleaders had always managed to get in the way of any real conversations. Tye had known he was gay from the moment he'd hit puberty and was relatively certain Austin was gay too, but the cheerleaders made him second guess himself.