The Christmas BBS Special [2016]

Snow"man" (Part 1 of 3) [H2OVanoss]

Written by: SaraPhoenix14

It was the night before Christmas Evening, the small town coated in pure white snow. Children playing on the streets, snowballs flying from one side to the other. Their laughter filling the usually quiet roads. Mothers, oh so desperate, called their children inside, telling them how Santa won't come if they don't listen.

There was but only one child that knew the so called "truth". He never believed in Santa Claus, nor any of the Christmas miracles. He watched the children sadly leave their friends from his bedroom window, jealous of them.

His parents gave him everything he'd wish for. No, he wasn't one of those spoiled kids, he rarely asked his parents for anything. It was always them giving.

He looked at the neatly placed toys on the shelves above his bed, untouched since he left them there every Christmas morning. Cars, trains, little soldiers, all kinds of toys.

The boy was homeschooled, his parents believed he was special, better in every way than other kids. But that, he did not like at all. He saw the outside world only through the window in his room and the backyard, where he built a single snowman every winter. It remained there until the snow disappeared through the warmer weeks of winter.

His childhood was almost over, in just 2 years he would start to realise the values of different things, he would stop being so carefree. The family butler, Adam, taught him what will be after he grows up. He didn't like how the boy's parents took from him almost every thing that would fulfill his childhood. Adam wanted to make the boy believe in something.

Adam told him child stories from his grandmother, different folktales from his friends around the world. He tried everything, but the boy was too smart for his own good.

None of those fairy tales were true, the boy thought so. Yet he couldn't help himself but to have one single wish. It was the last bit of spark of hope that made him wish, but he never wanted to admit that. He wished for something even his parents couldn't give him, something he's never had.

A friend.

'It's time to go to bed, Evan.' Adam said, making his way over to the window, where the boy stood.

'Sorry, I was just,' Evan sighed 'lost in my thoughts.' Adam looked down at him, then outside the window: 'I suppose those thoughts don't revolve and the current time of the year, do they?'

'No. It's nothing. You don't have to worry about it.'

'If you say so.' said Adam as he walked towards the door: 'Your mother is expecting you to be in the living room by 9 tomorrow.' He closed the door behind him. Evan rubbed his eyes, his head hitting the soft pillow on his bed. It took him mere seconds to fall asleep.

The following morning everyone gathered around the Christmas tree, except for Adam who left the night before to see his family. The living room was covered in different kinds of Christmas themed decorating. The fire spreading warmth from the fireplace. Evan hesitantly opened his presents, expecting nothing but toys. This time however, he found some books in addition. He looked back at his parents, confused.

'Honey, will you please give them a try? They're classics.' His mother smiled hopefully. Evan looked at one of the books in his hands, tracing his fingers over the fabric cover. It was old, he noticed.

'Who are they from?'

'Your grandparents.' said his father, quite fondly. Evan inspected the book further, flipping it open. The words never left the pages, not one of them fading away. Evan nodded, mostly to himself, before he got up on his feet, carrying the books in his arms.

'Aren't you going to open the rest of your presents?' His father asked him, looking at Evan's mother with concern. 'Maybe later.' Evan replied as he stepped up the stairs and closed himself away in his room.

He spent the day reading the books, they were mostly of old fairytales. He liked to compare them with the ones Adam had told him. Most of the time they were similar, the meaning of them staying the same. However, there was one that he hasn't heard about. It in a collection from the Grimm brothers, called Frau Holle (Mother Holle). Frau Holle was a woman who was told to be making her bed when it was snowing. That means, when she shakes her bed, her "feather-bed", snow falls down from heaven.

He didn't know why it seemed interesting to him, maybe there was a connection to the story where the world was covered in white blanket, just like outside his window, that made him happy to read it. Or maybe he liked how the tale was intercepted. After all, the story took his interest as soon as he read the first few sentences.

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This is just the beginning of a 3-part story I decided to write. The second part will actually have Delirious in it, so will the third one. Both of them are longer than this one, I just needed to write some introduction to the story.

- Sara