It was November the 22nd and the people who lived at the department were happy, damn happy because they heard the news. It started as a rumor, from floor to floor the neighbors started to spread it, whispering it even though he was nowhere near. They waited him for hours, just to say hello and ask casually what was he doing for Christmas this year because they were organizing a party and wanted to know if he could come, as all the years. When they grew tired of waiting, they decided to return to their homes, but suddenly they saw what meant the obvious, a brown backpack outside his door and the loud sound of a car. It had to be.
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"Hey Calvin."
"Uh, hi..."
"Louis."
"Yes, Louis."
"As you know, each year we celebrate Christmas together, we wondered if this year you could make it."
"And as you know, my answer is a straight no. Who sent you? Mr. Fonn?"
"Ehh, yes."
"How sweet of him, but as I said, I won't go."
"Why?"
"I'm going to London, I have some things to do."
"Hope you have a nice trip."
"Thanks."
"..."
"..."
"Guys, he said yes!"
"Really?"
"Yes!"
"Wohoo-"
"I can hear all of you and meanwhile I'm not here I would appreciate if you could destroy that snowman in the parking lot, before I do it with my car."
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"I mean - I can make words. I can move... I can juggle... I can sweep... and I can count to ten. One, two, three, four, five, nine, six, eight... Well, I can count to five."
-Frosty The Snowman (1969)
YOU ARE READING
A Christmas Story
Short Story❝What the heck is that?❞ ❝A ginger man! Duh!❞ ❝Looks like a black thing with a weird happy face.❞ ❝Oh shut up.❞ ❇❈❇ In which a guy who can't stand Christmas meets a girl who happens love it. ❇❈❇
