Post by pfieffer on Dec 4, 2009 23:40:40 GMT -5
only the prologue and epilogue will be in first person.
PROLOUGE:
Now, I am not that little. And I am to old to be a boy. But still every year I made a Christmas list, and sent it to Santa. I did this when I first started to write, and before that my dad did it. When I was ten though, my dad stopped helping write my letter to Santa. When I was ten my dad died. I try to block it out, but I just can't. He died in a barfight. I don't know why he was fighting, my mum tells me he was defending the honor of her and me. I am proud of my dad. This Christmas I asked for a few things, well only two. They are two things my dad would talk about. I asked for a soldier and a drum, only because it would keep the memory of my dad alive. It seems like a stupid thing for a kid my age to ask for but, I want it. My dad would always tell me that when he was little he would play with his soldier and drum. These are the only things I want this Christmas. My mum is strapped for cash right now, so santa is the only thing I got. Seems stupid, trust me I know but, what are you gonna do. Christmas is full of miracles ya know.
STORY:
Christmas Eve, was here. Damian was excited. Even though his house was barely decorated, no tree, and two stockings hung by the fireplace, he was excited. He was hoping for a Christmas gift, one to keep something alive. His mom would smile. He did not see his mom smile that often anymore. He had a candy cane and set on the table. Lieing down on the couch, he waited for Santa to come. He fell asleep. Only to awake the next morning to disapointment.
Their were no presents. His one dream would not come true, not this Christmas.
"Mum, I am going out." He said, walking out the door.
He headed to the park. Fresh snow was on the ground. He sat on a bench, and looked at all the kids playing. New sleds, new toys. Damian just sat their.
"Why aren't ya playing lad?" A deep voice asked.
Damian turned around to the smiling face of George, the town's butcher. "They're not really my friends." Damian admitted.
"That's okay." George said sitting down, "I'm your friend."
In truth Damian did not have that many friends, his only friends were ones like George. They were older and more mature.
"You got plenty of friends buddy." The familiar voice of Paul said.
"You got that right." The friendly voice of Ryan added.
Damian turned around, "Yeah I guess your right."
Paul and Ryan, owners of a local pub, they seamed to be joined at the hip. Both of them sat on the bench with George and Damian.
In the distance the four of them spotted a fairly tall figure running, he was soon taken out by one of the kids sledding.
"Watch where ya goin'." A kid yelled.
"Me, what about you?!?" The man yelled back.
He got up and ran towards the four men sitting on the bench. "I hate snow, and I hate cold weather."
Of course the blond man hated the snow, he liked the water alot better. Keith was a local surfer, and ocasionaly sang in the pub owned by Ryan and Paul. He looked at Damian, "What's got you down in the dumps mate.?"
"I did not get any presents, which I don't really care about, but one thing I asked for was really for my mom, to um, kinda keep the memory of my dad alive."
"Sorry mate." Paul said, he was sorry for Damian, he was the first one who found out Damian did not have a dad.
"What did ya ask for?" Ryan questioned.
"A soldier and a drum. Seems kinda stupid, but my dad always told me how he played with them when he was a boy." Damian responded.
"Sorry you did not get it." Keith said.
"It's okay." Damian said getting up. "Their is always next year." Damian walked home as it started to snow.
George looked at the three guys left on the bench, "Their is no next year."
The guys all had the same idea. They all got up and headed to the main street of town. The five of the strolled into the toy store.
"I found the soldier!" Keith yelled.
"I found the drum!" Ryan yelled.
They brought it up to the cash register and Paul bought the the toys. "George do ya still have that old red suit?" Paul asked.
"Yep." He replied. He ran to his butcher shop and grabbed the suit out of the storage room.
He joined the rest of the guys, "Let's make his Christmas wish come true." Keith said.
The four of them walked to Damian's house. George quickly put on the santa suit. George knocked on the door.
Mrs. Mcginty answered, "Can I help you?" She asked with a little laugh.
"Ho, Ho, Ho." George said.
"Damian it's for you." Mrs. McGinty said.
Damian came to the front door, and saw George in a red suit, he saw Paul, Keith, and Ryan holding a toy soldier and a drum.
"Merry Christmas." They all said.
"Thanks guys." Damian was tearing up. He invited them in, and they gave him the gifts. Damian took them, then walked over to his mom, "Merry Christmas mum."
His mom started to cry, "Thank you so much Damian, I feel your dad here right now. But you did not have to get me this." Damian looked confused, "You know why." Mrs. McGinty continued, "Because your fathers memory stays alive in you, and will as long as you live."
"Thanks mom." Damian said through tears, as he hugged her.
EPILOGUE:
It's been a while since that memorable Christmas. I have grown up quite a bit. I am married. And I have a son of my own now. Every year for Christmas I set out a toy soldier and drum on the fireplace. This year my son asked for the first time why I did that. I smiled down at him. I finally got to tell him the story of my father, and my friends. When I finished my story he looked up at me and asked me, "Daddy, you know what I want for Christmas this year."
"What?" I responded.
"A toy soldier and a drum." He responded. He was only ten.
I knelt down to his level, and said, "Anything for you son, I would give my life for you."
"Thanks daddy." He said.
Tears came to my eyes yet again, as I grabbed him in my arms, and whispered, "Merry Christmas son."
THE END
PROLOUGE:
Now, I am not that little. And I am to old to be a boy. But still every year I made a Christmas list, and sent it to Santa. I did this when I first started to write, and before that my dad did it. When I was ten though, my dad stopped helping write my letter to Santa. When I was ten my dad died. I try to block it out, but I just can't. He died in a barfight. I don't know why he was fighting, my mum tells me he was defending the honor of her and me. I am proud of my dad. This Christmas I asked for a few things, well only two. They are two things my dad would talk about. I asked for a soldier and a drum, only because it would keep the memory of my dad alive. It seems like a stupid thing for a kid my age to ask for but, I want it. My dad would always tell me that when he was little he would play with his soldier and drum. These are the only things I want this Christmas. My mum is strapped for cash right now, so santa is the only thing I got. Seems stupid, trust me I know but, what are you gonna do. Christmas is full of miracles ya know.
STORY:
Christmas Eve, was here. Damian was excited. Even though his house was barely decorated, no tree, and two stockings hung by the fireplace, he was excited. He was hoping for a Christmas gift, one to keep something alive. His mom would smile. He did not see his mom smile that often anymore. He had a candy cane and set on the table. Lieing down on the couch, he waited for Santa to come. He fell asleep. Only to awake the next morning to disapointment.
Their were no presents. His one dream would not come true, not this Christmas.
"Mum, I am going out." He said, walking out the door.
He headed to the park. Fresh snow was on the ground. He sat on a bench, and looked at all the kids playing. New sleds, new toys. Damian just sat their.
"Why aren't ya playing lad?" A deep voice asked.
Damian turned around to the smiling face of George, the town's butcher. "They're not really my friends." Damian admitted.
"That's okay." George said sitting down, "I'm your friend."
In truth Damian did not have that many friends, his only friends were ones like George. They were older and more mature.
"You got plenty of friends buddy." The familiar voice of Paul said.
"You got that right." The friendly voice of Ryan added.
Damian turned around, "Yeah I guess your right."
Paul and Ryan, owners of a local pub, they seamed to be joined at the hip. Both of them sat on the bench with George and Damian.
In the distance the four of them spotted a fairly tall figure running, he was soon taken out by one of the kids sledding.
"Watch where ya goin'." A kid yelled.
"Me, what about you?!?" The man yelled back.
He got up and ran towards the four men sitting on the bench. "I hate snow, and I hate cold weather."
Of course the blond man hated the snow, he liked the water alot better. Keith was a local surfer, and ocasionaly sang in the pub owned by Ryan and Paul. He looked at Damian, "What's got you down in the dumps mate.?"
"I did not get any presents, which I don't really care about, but one thing I asked for was really for my mom, to um, kinda keep the memory of my dad alive."
"Sorry mate." Paul said, he was sorry for Damian, he was the first one who found out Damian did not have a dad.
"What did ya ask for?" Ryan questioned.
"A soldier and a drum. Seems kinda stupid, but my dad always told me how he played with them when he was a boy." Damian responded.
"Sorry you did not get it." Keith said.
"It's okay." Damian said getting up. "Their is always next year." Damian walked home as it started to snow.
George looked at the three guys left on the bench, "Their is no next year."
The guys all had the same idea. They all got up and headed to the main street of town. The five of the strolled into the toy store.
"I found the soldier!" Keith yelled.
"I found the drum!" Ryan yelled.
They brought it up to the cash register and Paul bought the the toys. "George do ya still have that old red suit?" Paul asked.
"Yep." He replied. He ran to his butcher shop and grabbed the suit out of the storage room.
He joined the rest of the guys, "Let's make his Christmas wish come true." Keith said.
The four of them walked to Damian's house. George quickly put on the santa suit. George knocked on the door.
Mrs. Mcginty answered, "Can I help you?" She asked with a little laugh.
"Ho, Ho, Ho." George said.
"Damian it's for you." Mrs. McGinty said.
Damian came to the front door, and saw George in a red suit, he saw Paul, Keith, and Ryan holding a toy soldier and a drum.
"Merry Christmas." They all said.
"Thanks guys." Damian was tearing up. He invited them in, and they gave him the gifts. Damian took them, then walked over to his mom, "Merry Christmas mum."
His mom started to cry, "Thank you so much Damian, I feel your dad here right now. But you did not have to get me this." Damian looked confused, "You know why." Mrs. McGinty continued, "Because your fathers memory stays alive in you, and will as long as you live."
"Thanks mom." Damian said through tears, as he hugged her.
EPILOGUE:
It's been a while since that memorable Christmas. I have grown up quite a bit. I am married. And I have a son of my own now. Every year for Christmas I set out a toy soldier and drum on the fireplace. This year my son asked for the first time why I did that. I smiled down at him. I finally got to tell him the story of my father, and my friends. When I finished my story he looked up at me and asked me, "Daddy, you know what I want for Christmas this year."
"What?" I responded.
"A toy soldier and a drum." He responded. He was only ten.
I knelt down to his level, and said, "Anything for you son, I would give my life for you."
"Thanks daddy." He said.
Tears came to my eyes yet again, as I grabbed him in my arms, and whispered, "Merry Christmas son."
THE END