XjessicaXraeX [7:59 PM]: it makes me warm and fuzzy inside
welp. haven't written in a while. busy i guess.
i wrote a christmas story. check it out. it's cute.
"Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh!"
The jolly sounds of Christmas rang in the air as the second graders finished off their holiday jingle. There was just five days left until Old Saint Nick filled up the stockings in every good little boy's and girl's house. And the class was filled with anticipation, 25 anxious children, anticipating Santa. "So who's going to see Santa Clause?" asked Mrs. Thomas, their beloved teacher. Hands shot up and giggles filled the room. "I am! I am!" exulted Jeremy, an excited second grader. "Oh me too!" came the reply from the chorus of delighted children. "Okay class," laughed Mrs. Thomas. "Let's not get too excited." But her last words were muffled, as the dismissal bell rang and the band of children bounded out the door, hearts set on snowmen and presents.
Jeremy was ecstatic. He could barely keep himself on the ground. Christmas was always his most favorite time of year, but this Christmas would be extra special. He was going to meet Santa for the first time. The Santa! he just could not contain himself. All he could do was run home as fast as his legs would carry him, dreaming of what he would ask for from his favorite Clause.
"Mmm..cookies," Jeremy thought as he opened his door and the scent caught his cold little nose. "Mom! I'm home! Is it time yet?" he cried. "Not yet little man," she said, as she tousled her son's blonde hair. "Aw man, when is it gonna be time," he pleaded. "I wanna pet the reindeer, and tell Santa my list, and see the elves, and he's probably real busy, and--." "Hey, slow down there. Don't you want some cookies first?" she interrupted. "Cookies!" Jeremy screamed, as he slid into the warm kitchen.
Christmas carols were filling the air, candy canes were gleaming, and Jeremy was finishing off his last star-shaped cookie. His favorite kind, with the sweet icing and the glittery sprinkles, just like a real star. "I really think it's time now, Mom," he hinted. "Okay, okay. Go put your coat on," she sighed, pretending to give in. Jeremy's heart was about to pound right out of his chest. The excitement was killing him.
"I'm next! Mom! I'm next!" he shouted gleefully. Just a few more seconds and it would be him on Santa's lap. He got lost in the wonder of it all. The shimmering lights, the glittering snow, the jingling elves. It really was a wonderland. And Jeremy was taking it all in, basking in its glow. "You're next dear," a friendly young elf pronounced as she guided him up that revered path. And there he was. His shining eyes. His glistening cheeks. His jiggling belly. All of it, right there before Jeremy's very eyes. Oh, the excitement of it! He leaped up into the lap he'd waited to be in for so long, and bellowed a Merry Christmas, big and loud, and straight from the heart. Jeremy rattled off his list like an auctioneer. He got his candy cane, and his picture, and, most importantly, his special hug from Kris Kringle himself.
The next morning, Jeremy woke up extra early, eager to tell the tale to his friends. Imagine his surprise when his story was recounted again and again by him classmates. Jeremy was confused, and a little disheartened. He didn't understand how all of his friends could have seen the same magical man he had seen. He had seen the real Santa, hadn't he?
"Mom, can I ask you something?" Jeremy was tucked safely in bed, but not feeling the least bit sleepy. "Of course, honey. What is it?" she questioned. "Mom, yesterday," he whispered. "Did I see the real Santa?" "Why you most certainly did little man," she consoled. "Why do you ask?" Jeremy told her of his friends stories. He was certain the man he had seen was his Santa. His mother explained to him that everyone needs help sometimes, and that it was the same for Santa. Jeremy agreed, somewhat reluctantly, and seriously doubting the existence of his beloved Saint Nick.
The next day came and went. Carolers caroled, bells tinkled, and Jeremy wondered. Santa was at his store. Santa was on TV. Santa was even on the street corners. He seemed to be everywhere, but to the young boy, he was no where. Christmas was no longer in his heart.
That night, just any other night to the newly disappointed Jeremy, was Christmas Eve to the rest of the world. But no stories were told. No cookies were set out. No stockings were hung. Jeremy would no allow it. He went to sleep that night hurt and angry, with a tear on his cheek and a wish in his heart. Suddenly, he was awake. Oh, he'd just had a marvelous dream. Santa had come! The floor under his tree was overflowing with brightly wrapped gifts. Hot chocolate was brewing. Tinsel was shining. And Jeremy's name was on every wonderful present. It was Christmas morning and everything was perfect, just like it always had been. But his dream was over now. Christmas would never come again.
"Jeremy! Hurry! Come see!" he heard his mother shout. His heart leaped. Could it be? Jeremy threw off his covers and raced down the stairs. He could hardly believe his eyes. It was just like his dream. It was Christmas morning, and Santa really had come. As he joyously struggled to open his packages, Jeremy looked to his window. The light was faint, but he could see it nonetheless. It was the star he had wished on last night, and he smiled. "Merry Christmas!" he bellowed. Big and loud, and straight from the heart.