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Post by orinocoflow on Nov 10, 2010 18:27:57 GMT -5
i started this story based on paul's song in his album, but then realized i wanted to take it in two directions. this is version one, more closely tied to the song. Roger eagerly ran down the steps into the living room on Christmas morning. He was five, and there was nothing more that he wanted to find that morning than the little drum and toy soldiers. He had written a long note to Santa Claus, explaining with all his heart what he wanted. He had written it all by himself, making sure that he had not made any mistakes.
Dear Mr. Santa Claus,
There is only one thing that I want for Christmas this year. I have been good all year long. I help Ma out at home, keep my room clean, and play nicely with my friends.
Please, bring me some toy soldiers and a little drum for me, the kind that all of the other boys have. Only, instead of red, can it be green and gold? Those are my favorite colors.
Love, Roger
He was sure that Santa would bring them, because how hard is it to find those toy soldiers and the drum and just repaint them a bit? He would have done them himself, but after Daddy left, there was not much money left to buy something as expensive as those tin soldiers and especially the drum. That was the most important thing—the drum.
But as he ran into the living room, he stopped. It was empty; no presents under the scraggly tree in the corner, the fire was barely glowing, and the stocking he had hung on the wall was empty.
Santa had forgotten about him. Struggling not to cry, he ran back up to his room.
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Post by orinocoflow on Nov 11, 2010 20:52:47 GMT -5
as with the other, im pausing this until i have time.
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Post by orinocoflow on Nov 12, 2010 10:30:26 GMT -5
ugh, this ones dead--i have no idea how to continue.
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