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Truly beautiful, it really is
Happy Christmas/whatever holiday you celebrate
‘twas a cold, grey day lit yellow by the bright warmth of shop windows and the indifferent permanent blaze of streetlamps in the saturated cloudy slate grey, tinged cinereous at the edges by the coming sunset. o, the miracle of christmas--the miracle of any time, thought anna with a kind of quiet happiness as she stared at the merchandise so cheerfully crowding the stores. e’erything was beautiful, at times like these.
yet a question lingered in the air, always lingered.
‘is he coming?’
‘is santa real?’
the children asked these things, in the anticipation of the answer that would light their eyes as though by the hidden sun and put a smile upon their countenance. joy abounded, in this time. the rest of winter was dreary and cold and so grey so grey, but not christmas. not december twenty-fifth.
anna was not accustomed to feeling happy. she did not like the rain, nor the unpleasant cold of snow; she was not one to smile causelessly. she felt the light coins in her pocket--so light so light so small--and she was sad. but not in times like these. they heartened her, filled her with warmth like a mug of cocoa.
the question was on her lips, too. ‘is santa,’ she murmured into the folds of her woolly scarf, ‘is he real. . .is he coming?’
she knew it was a silly fancy. but it was her hope, her happiness; she could not relinquish it. she could not relinquish the warmth so invisible as the sun in those endless decembers when there was a constant quality of dimness, a loneliness of walking by yourself in the yet to be disturbed snow. ‘i know your troubles, too,’ she thought of the miserable woodland creatures. ‘i know what it is to be cold and hungry.’
but maybe. . .maybe santa was there, coming. her heart skipped and she was free again from the cold of reality that so preyed on the ones who dared to venture in the cold and bitter weather. she was free from her own unhappy life that could have been better, so much better so much better. . .
her house was approaching, such a stout, ugly building. but at that moment she loved it. the gentle warmth of the bread on her shoulder made her feel as though she brought gifts as beautiful and miraculous as the ones of nick clause, himself.
‘mom,’ she whispered, letting herself in and fumbling with the keys twinkling like jingle bells in her mittened frosty hand, ‘i’m home.’
a creased grim face surveyed her. ‘with all the groceries, i hope?’
but a different question plagued anna.
‘mom,’ she said, her heart fluttering in her nervousness. her mouth moved. the words left her.
‘is he coming?’
‘who?’ came the brisk, snappish answer.
‘is santa real?’ anna asked, her eyes on the floor.
‘no. you’re forty years old. get out of the house.’
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truly beautiful
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truly beautiful, but could use a bit of capitalization of names and the beginning of sentences. yes, i know I'm a hypocrite.
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but it's harder to read when its more beautiful
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but
work is so much
you know
work
maaaaan. :'(
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it's beautiful
My story:
Little Suzy had contenting mug of warm hot coco on her lap, sitting on a makeshift bed made of blankets and pillows. She was bursting with excitment, as she snuck downstairs to see if Santa came. It was two hours after midnight, and suddenly, the fire suddenly went out! Suzy jumped a little bit, startled. Luckily, the fire was an electric fire, so she walked over to the fireplace. Somewhere, she heard sliding, but it must've been her imagination. She turned the fire back on, just as a fat man in a red suit fell down into it. "AAARRRG!" he screamed, as Suzy stood, terrified. As he flailed, Suzy ran away. That is the story of how Santa died. The end.
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luiysia wrote:
i lov it :')
wuz you talkin to me? ;0
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mythbusteranimator wrote:
it's beautiful
My story:
Little Suzy had contenting mug of warm hot coco on her lap, sitting on a makeshift bed made of blankets and pillows. She was bursting with excitment, as she snuck downstairs to see if Santa came. It was two hours after midnight, and suddenly, the fire suddenly went out! Suzy jumped a little bit, startled. Luckily, the fire was an electric fire, so she walked over to the fireplace. Somewhere, she heard sliding, but it must've been her imagination. She turned the fire back on, just as a fat man in a red suit fell down into it. "AAARRRG!" he screamed, as Suzy stood, terrified. As he flailed, Suzy ran away. That is the story of how Santa died. The end.
I'd be more terrified of the fact that a giant red bearded man is breaking into my house to steal my cookies, and leave mysterious "presents" afterwards.
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banana500 wrote:
I hate poetry. D:
<//3
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TorbyFork234 wrote:
mythbusteranimator wrote:
it's beautiful
My story:
Little Suzy had contenting mug of warm hot coco on her lap, sitting on a makeshift bed made of blankets and pillows. She was bursting with excitment, as she snuck downstairs to see if Santa came. It was two hours after midnight, and suddenly, the fire suddenly went out! Suzy jumped a little bit, startled. Luckily, the fire was an electric fire, so she walked over to the fireplace. Somewhere, she heard sliding, but it must've been her imagination. She turned the fire back on, just as a fat man in a red suit fell down into it. "AAARRRG!" he screamed, as Suzy stood, terrified. As he flailed, Suzy ran away. That is the story of how Santa died. The end.I'd be more terrified of the fact that a giant red bearded man is breaking into my house to steal my cookies, and leave mysterious "presents" afterwards.
You have it all wrong
A fat red guy crawls down your chimney and puts stuff in your socks ;0
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mythbusteranimator wrote:
TorbyFork234 wrote:
mythbusteranimator wrote:
it's beautiful
My story:
Little Suzy had contenting mug of warm hot coco on her lap, sitting on a makeshift bed made of blankets and pillows. She was bursting with excitment, as she snuck downstairs to see if Santa came. It was two hours after midnight, and suddenly, the fire suddenly went out! Suzy jumped a little bit, startled. Luckily, the fire was an electric fire, so she walked over to the fireplace. Somewhere, she heard sliding, but it must've been her imagination. She turned the fire back on, just as a fat man in a red suit fell down into it. "AAARRRG!" he screamed, as Suzy stood, terrified. As he flailed, Suzy ran away. That is the story of how Santa died. The end.I'd be more terrified of the fact that a giant red bearded man is breaking into my house to steal my cookies, and leave mysterious "presents" afterwards.
You have it all wrong
A fat red guy crawls down your chimney and puts stuff in your socks ;0
So a fat red bearded guy, goes into my chimney, in the middle of the night, eats all of the cookies in my house (which is A LOT), and leaves very mysterious gifts in my socks? How does he know where my sock drawer is? Why don't the cops catch this guy, he goes to every single house, how is he not caught for robbery (cuz he steals cookies)? What about the sweat shops he set up in the north pole? Can't he be arrested for Little-People slavery? What about animal abuse? He dresses up reindeer and make them fly him into the air. Do you know how hard it is for those reindeer?
Please don't get offended by this post, it's just that every holiday has its weak point. I'm not trying to offend anyone.
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TorbyFork234 wrote:
mythbusteranimator wrote:
TorbyFork234 wrote:
I'd be more terrified of the fact that a giant red bearded man is breaking into my house to steal my cookies, and leave mysterious "presents" afterwards.You have it all wrong
A fat red guy crawls down your chimney and puts stuff in your socks ;0So a fat red bearded guy, goes into my chimney, in the middle of the night, eats all of the cookies in my house (which is A LOT), and leaves very mysterious gifts in my socks? How does he know where my sock drawer is? Why don't the cops catch this guy, he goes to every single house, how is he not caught for robbery (cuz he steals cookies)? What about the sweat shops he set up in the north pole? Can't he be arrested for Little-People slavery? What about animal abuse? He dresses up reindeer and make them fly him into the air. Do you know how hard it is for those reindeer?
Please don't get offended by this post, it's just that every holiday has its weak point. I'm not trying to offend anyone.
Actually, I've heard that as we speak, elves are designing new technologies for a hi-tech sleigh with a faster-than-light speed drive. That doesn't need reindeer!
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banana500 wrote:
TorbyFork234 wrote:
mythbusteranimator wrote:
You have it all wrong
A fat red guy crawls down your chimney and puts stuff in your socks ;0So a fat red bearded guy, goes into my chimney, in the middle of the night, eats all of the cookies in my house (which is A LOT), and leaves very mysterious gifts in my socks? How does he know where my sock drawer is? Why don't the cops catch this guy, he goes to every single house, how is he not caught for robbery (cuz he steals cookies)? What about the sweat shops he set up in the north pole? Can't he be arrested for Little-People slavery? What about animal abuse? He dresses up reindeer and make them fly him into the air. Do you know how hard it is for those reindeer?
Please don't get offended by this post, it's just that every holiday has its weak point. I'm not trying to offend anyone.Actually, I've heard that as we speak, elves are designing new technologies for a hi-tech sleigh with a faster-than-light speed drive. That doesn't need reindeer!
You mean the elves that get no pay that are stuck in the top of the world? The ones who work tirelessly to make sure every child gets a toy? The ones that work for the so-called 'jolly' man who steals all my cookies? The ones who were taken away from their homes just because they're little to work? Have you ever considered the elves family? How do you think they feel? In fact, they're not even elves. Part of the uniform is that they have to tape on little plastic items onto their ears. From that, they can't hear a word you say.
Besides, you want to know Santa's real plan with the elves' machine? He wants to make a black hole 'cuz he's evil like that.
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TorbyFork234 wrote:
banana500 wrote:
TorbyFork234 wrote:
So a fat red bearded guy, goes into my chimney, in the middle of the night, eats all of the cookies in my house (which is A LOT), and leaves very mysterious gifts in my socks? How does he know where my sock drawer is? Why don't the cops catch this guy, he goes to every single house, how is he not caught for robbery (cuz he steals cookies)? What about the sweat shops he set up in the north pole? Can't he be arrested for Little-People slavery? What about animal abuse? He dresses up reindeer and make them fly him into the air. Do you know how hard it is for those reindeer?
Please don't get offended by this post, it's just that every holiday has its weak point. I'm not trying to offend anyone.Actually, I've heard that as we speak, elves are designing new technologies for a hi-tech sleigh with a faster-than-light speed drive. That doesn't need reindeer!
You mean the elves that get no pay that are stuck in the top of the world? The ones who work tirelessly to make sure every child gets a toy? The ones that work for the so-called 'jolly' man who steals all my cookies? The ones who were taken away from their homes just because they're little to work? Have you ever considered the elves family? How do you think they feel? In fact, they're not even elves. Part of the uniform is that they have to tape on little plastic items onto their ears. From that, they can't hear a word you say.
Besides, you want to know Santa's real plan with the elves' machine? He wants to make a black hole 'cuz he's evil like that.
Their ears aren't plastic.
They've been forcefully sharpened with plastic surgery.
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beautiful :'3
One day, I played Minecraft the whole day. Then I realized that there was only 1 chocolate left in my advent calendar. I ate it. The end.
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