A Farewell On My Childhood / I Caught Santa !

Imagine a staged production of A Christmas Carol set in 1843. See the stage set in the exact time it was written by Charles Dickens. The foggy, crowded streets abuzz with carolers and shoppers, the children staring wide eyed into the shops and bakeries. Hear the bells ringing as a round of “Hark the Herald Angels Sing” fills the gaslit streets with joy. As a child, going to see A Christmas Carol was one of my fondest Christmas memories. To witness Scrooge 's’ transformation from a mean, greedy old man to a joyous, loving benefactor always left me smiling and filled me with hope.

The wind chime hung from the roof of the abandoned house , it swayed calmly and slowly against the wind , everything seemed peaceful . We - my father and I - sat on the porch of the rundown house that only we knew about . It was dark and I wasn’t the biggest fan of the night , the night is unpredictable but yet so beautiful .

“I think I just need to sleep on it. Good night.” I didn’t sleep the rest of the night. I laid in bed tossing and turning,

Being in the home was like a separate world, one between life and death. When I reached the outside world again everything seemed so fresh. There were bright yellow-green leaves that hung with an arrogant vivacity, cars that sped by with such fervor, wind blowing with verve and energy, lively children playing with a vivacious lust for life, and the vitality that exudes from the air into your lungs. I wanted to bring this energy into

I’ll just go with the flow.” He went to knock on the door, but he didn’t shut it all the way when he left, so it creakily shifted open. With his eyes crinkled shut, he exclaimed, “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have stolen. It’s Christmas, for goodness sake.

“We should sleep,” Keith murmurs, and Lance nods in agreement, gently pulling him down to rest against the blankets on the floor. He curls against Keith’s stomach, the other boy’s arms thrown around his waist protectively. Nuzzling into his neck, Keith lets out a tender, satisfied sigh before Lance’s gentle hums lull him to sleep, Lance not far behind.

“Buut my name’s Gavin dad..” he simply stared at me with a smirk, his face only made me think more. As I pulled the covers of my bed up past my nose I started to think more, and the more I thought the more I could hear the shivers running quickly down my back, almost as every bone in my spine was popping, I could hear it, this had to be a dream.

It was a summer day the sun was out, the ground was hot, the shade was dull, the sweet smell of the flowers, the icy water on the sprinkler, the perfect day to go outside and play. The birds were chirping, the trees and were green,

My first impression of him was a boy with bony legs, sharp teeth, blue eyes, and hair the colour of a lemon. He loved talking about himself to me, he loved joking around and he had a strong passion for athletics.

"I'm here all night," he replied and I told him the story beginning with my family finishing the tour of Cliff Palace. After listening for about 20 minutes, he said I could go rest in the back room, and he would call my parents. I saw a small cot and laid down. In minutes, I was asleep.

“Mom i’m tired, may you please leave my room,” I said with tears welling over my eyes. I saw that she wasn’t really happy either but she left anyway.

Snowflake: I’m so sorry Santa. I didn’t want to do it but Giggles told me too. He said that you were mean and that you weren’t going to give us our Christmas bonus.

Delano’s rosy red cheeks, turning redder when he’d run or when it was extra cold outside. His big front teeth that he showed off when he would smile and laugh. Those teeth where what I called, his huge “beaver teeth”. Delano never stopped talking. Every time you looked at his round, innocent face, his mouth was moving a hundred miles a minute, spitting out one random fact after another. My mom always told me that when my brother was born he was already talking and his head was the size of a pumpkin. To cover his pumpkin head was sandy blonde hair, that was either messy and looked like hadn’t been touched in days or was meticulously fix. He had very bright blue eyes that would turn grey in the winter and freckles all over his face.

A ways away from a town that I call home, I found a happy place. I often find myself walking through the park by myself. The beautiful trees, the way the yellow and red leaves crumple under my feet every step I take. When the flowers bloom and how it's the most spectacular sight you could ever imagine seeing, all the different colors that appear. When you breathe in and you get this smell of purity, you feel free and alive. Sometimes I like to sit on the old wooden bench where the bench frame is a little rusted, and I get rid of my thoughts and my eyes search the sky. In the winter the icy breeze makes me shiver, and the cold air I take in, is like sitting in front of an air conditioner and breathing in. Some mornings the sun beams across the sky, which is not quite blue yet, but the sun has almost fully risen. When the wind blows, it grazes over the blades of grass. Some days I just stand and take a deep breath in and I can taste the spring. When summer comes around, and the bees are buzzing, and the hot sun beats on the back of my neck, I lay on the soft grass and listen, to the birds chirping a beautiful song, and the kids playing in the park. The sky is the bluest view in sight.

I ran my finger along the rim of the porcelain cup which sat in front of me, half empty of the chocolate beverage and completely drained of what whipped cream that had arrived with it. Compared to some of the other hot cocoa’s Mya and I had tasted over the previous years, this one was rather a letdown. Between its more watered down taste and the lack of marshmallows, I was sorely disappointed. Nonetheless, hot cocoa was hot cocoa, so I continued to sip away as did my friend.