The True Meaning of Christmas

Chapter 9

It’s now officially Christmas. The snow is resting peacefully on the ground with families dashing frantically on it e.g. having snowball fights, making snow angels, building snowmen, sledging etc. The winter sun is watching over them, making sure that they are happy and having an excellent Christmas. 

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I wonder how the Morbucks’ are celebrating Christmas. Will she get the golden Princess Ball Gown that she has been whining about all year to wear at her annual New Year Party? We’ll find out as we head to Morbucks’ Manor.

Morbucks’ Manor. A brilliant brown elaborate castle, situated in a quiet quaint area. The manor consist of a long welcoming flight of stairs that leads you into an atmosphere full of stress. In other words, “The Stairs of Hell.” Tension. Caused by a certain spoiled little girl. We head in. However the atmosphere is more different. More calm. More mellow. More peaceful.

Princess Morbucks walks up to her dad who sitting comfortably in his armchair, composing a sloth like posture in the living room. “Daddy” she speaks in a civilized, calm tone. Without even looking at her or asking what she wants, he hands her a dress. A golden puff ball dress made from real golden thread that has ruffles at the skirt and sleeves and the bodice embellished with the finest jewels. Yes that was the dress that she has been whining for all year. “No it’s that” she declines. What’s Princess Morbucks declining a gift? That’s not like her? Is this even the same girl? “There’s something I want to ask you” she says.

Her dad faces her in surprise. He is stunned that he now hears an angelic voice from her instead of her usual demonic screeching. “I want us to spend Christmas together as a family” she conveys with a mellow tone to her voice.

Her dad has a look of guilt on his face. A look of remorse. His sloth posture changes to a soldier as he gets up off his chair and walks to his humbled daughter.  “I have neglected you over the years, Sweetie. I should have spent more time with you. I’m sorry!” he accepts her request as he wants to make up for lost time. They then hug each other, strengthening the bond.

Morbucks then goes out of the living room like there is something else that she has to do. She calls all of her staff downstairs for a meeting. The Chauffeur. The Nanny. The Servant. They all head downstairs with anxious looks on their faces. Was she going to scream at them? Shout at them? Yell at them? Tell them how useless they are? They then meet her. Their looks of anxiety turn to surprise as she has a soft welcoming smile on her face. “Hey, I’m really sorry for the way that I’ve treated you guys over the last many years” she apologizes, “To make it up to you guys, I would like you guys to spend Christmas with me and Daddy.” First the staff try to take in the fact that the child once possessed by Satan has now mysteriously been replaced by a Saint. Next they happily accept her invitation and they all enter the living room to meet her dad. Princess, her dad and her staff spend Christmas together, watching T.V, playing games, having Christmas dinner together like the family that Morbucks has always wanted. That was her best Christmas present ever.

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We now go to see how The Relentless Rebel Gang, Lessbucks and Snowman are spending Christmas together.

“AAHH!” Lessbucks screams as she slips harshly down the stairs. She is saved. She is floating in the air. Has some sort of ghost or spirit caught her just in time? “WOW!” she gulps, “This is the gift that Santa gave me, Superpowers!” She merrily calls The Relentless Rebel Gang and Snowman over. Everyone rushes over except Jayden as he is too depressed to do anything because he is missing Blondie. Everyone has lost count on how many times they had tried to persuade him to cheer up and celebrate Christmas with them. Jayden is unresponsive and silent so the best thing to do is to leave him alone. “Leave him to hibernate in his box.”