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dramadramaduck2007-11-26 11:36 am
wannabesanta.livejournal.com) wrote in dramadramaduck2007-11-26 11:36 am
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Since we're all telling tales here. I have one I'd like to share that's true of my home. After, all it is the season, eh?
Which involves someone, we almost all know.
*clears thoart*
((*runs out * be back later :3))
Which involves someone, we almost all know.
*clears thoart*
Once upon a time in land not that far away, in Chicago actually you could say, there was a man named "Scott Calvin". He was a very cold hearted business man, and didn't believe in the unbelieveable. He worked for a Toy Company and you see, Mr. Calvin was divorced and spent hardly any time with his wife or son, Charlie.
So, one Christmas Eve, after extinguishing dinner, quite literally I might add, he went where all divorced fathers go, to Denny's for the night's feast.
Then after tucking his son in, read him the "Night Before Christmas" and at this point things would never be the same.
As, Calvin, "settled his brains for a long winter's nap", there was a noise on the roof...
What Scott heard was, "the prancing and pawing of each little hoof".
Running out in his boxers and jacket, he looked up and yelled, "Hey You!" to the man above.
Which caused a slip on my ice, Santa went falling down to his DOOM below.
Scott was in shock. Who was this fella? What would he do? And would he sue?
But spoke not a word but "clunked" his head on a "Rose such a Clatter" Foundation ladder.
Not knowing what to do, he listened to Charlie and stepped up the ladder and upon stepping on the chimney. He saw "a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer"
Which one he mistook for Rudolph by the way.
Yelling "Let's Go" to his son, set the reindeer off flying, and knocked Calvin to the back seat.
Up, up, they flew and landed at the first house. Where Calvin went down the chimney, which wasn't much of a squeeze since Calvin was so skinny you see. He spoke a lot of words but did his work.
And after the night, was done, off to the North Pole the reindeer flew.
They where greeted by the elves, who where rather confused. What had happened to Santa and who was he?Matter of fact where was I?
But Scott didn't believe, after all such a thing doesn't exist.
He awoke the next morn. Thinking he had all but dreamed.
But he hadn't...
Slowly, over the coming year, Scott began to grey then white.
His belly became more round no matter what diet he tried and his desire for sweets rose and rose.
Finally, near the next Christmas, you see, Scott was jailed for believeing he was Santa Claus.
But with a few pieces of tinsel, Scott broke right out.
However, as the tale comes to a close, in a neat tied bow. For now, Scott believed the unbelieveable and had fully transformed. He got to his sleigh and gave his team a shout.
For that night, everyone believed. After seeing and hearing Santa shout, "Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night."
So, one Christmas Eve, after extinguishing dinner, quite literally I might add, he went where all divorced fathers go, to Denny's for the night's feast.
Then after tucking his son in, read him the "Night Before Christmas" and at this point things would never be the same.
As, Calvin, "settled his brains for a long winter's nap", there was a noise on the roof...
What Scott heard was, "the prancing and pawing of each little hoof".
Running out in his boxers and jacket, he looked up and yelled, "Hey You!" to the man above.
Which caused a slip on my ice, Santa went falling down to his DOOM below.
Scott was in shock. Who was this fella? What would he do? And would he sue?
But spoke not a word but "clunked" his head on a "Rose such a Clatter" Foundation ladder.
Not knowing what to do, he listened to Charlie and stepped up the ladder and upon stepping on the chimney. He saw "a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer"
Which one he mistook for Rudolph by the way.
Yelling "Let's Go" to his son, set the reindeer off flying, and knocked Calvin to the back seat.
Up, up, they flew and landed at the first house. Where Calvin went down the chimney, which wasn't much of a squeeze since Calvin was so skinny you see. He spoke a lot of words but did his work.
And after the night, was done, off to the North Pole the reindeer flew.
They where greeted by the elves, who where rather confused. What had happened to Santa and who was he?
But Scott didn't believe, after all such a thing doesn't exist.
He awoke the next morn. Thinking he had all but dreamed.
But he hadn't...
Slowly, over the coming year, Scott began to grey then white.
His belly became more round no matter what diet he tried and his desire for sweets rose and rose.
Finally, near the next Christmas, you see, Scott was jailed for believeing he was Santa Claus.
But with a few pieces of tinsel, Scott broke right out.
However, as the tale comes to a close, in a neat tied bow. For now, Scott believed the unbelieveable and had fully transformed. He got to his sleigh and gave his team a shout.
For that night, everyone believed. After seeing and hearing Santa shout, "Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night."
((*runs out * be back later :3))
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((XD, nah I think the candy canes are more crack after all don't they get powdery when they break? XD))
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