The Beatles Short Stories

A Wonderful Christmas Morning

Please sing the title of this story to Paul McCartney's "Wonderful Christmastime." That is all, now proceed.
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   The night was a silent one. Snow was falling with intensity onto the small house in Liverpool and a certain four lads were sleeping contentedly in their nice, warm beds. It just so happened to be Christmas Eve, well, almost Christmas Day considering it was 11:58 PM. John, Paul, George, and Ringo were so excited for the following morning. They had spent the past month on tour, and now, they had finally reached the time where they could simply have a good night's sleep without worrying about getting ready for an interview the next morning.
   Slowly but surely, the time ticked by, and, before they knew it, the bright rays of sunlight peeked through the windows. It was now Christmas morning! George was the first to stir as he cracked opened his tired, brown eyes. He stared up at the ceiling for a moment before realizing what day it was. Once he did, he practically jumped out of bed, yet somehow he didn't even bother the other three, who were still deeply asleep. He wasn't going to have them sleep on Christmas morning, though, so he jumped on Paul and began to shake him violently.
   "Wake up, sleepy head! It's Christmas!" he exclaimed, but still failed to wake the bassist. "Come on, Paul! Wake up!"
   Finally, after a mania of being shook, Paul cracked open his big, hazel eyes.
   "W-what is it, Geo?" he asked sleepily.
   "It's Christmas you daft git!" George cried as he then jumped on John.
   "Oh yeah! Christmas!" Paul exclaimed, as he now remembered how excited he was. "You wake John and I'll wake Ringo, then."
   And, so, the bassist and the lead guitarist hopped on top of their sleeping mates and attempted to wake them. Paul was able to wake Ringo first, but George got John up a few moments later.
   "Come on, guys! Let's go see what Father Christmas brought!" George cried as he hopped up and down.
   "Okay, but I'm sure I'll get more than you, since I've been extra good this year," John said smugly while he put on his horn-rimmed glasses.
   "Yeah right, Lennon!" George laughed as they all raced down the hallway, in pursuit of their Christmas joys.
   Before you could say "Crimble," all four of them had reached the living room. Their jaws dropped to the ground as they saw the presents and goodies that Father Christmas had brought. There were dozens of gifts, to start, all wrapped in bright red and green. Then there were the chocolates spread about on the top of the coffee table. Speaking of tables, had Father Christmas eaten all of his cookies? George wondered the same thing, so he went over to the table and checked. Sure enough, the only things visible on the shiny, white plate were a few crumbs.
   "Hey, mates! Look! He ate all of his cookies!" George exclaimed.
   "Yeah, that's great, Geo," John replied absent mindedly, for he was busy examining the presents.
   "That is neat, George!" Paul cut in, "now would you like to open some presents?" he said as he leaned closer to the lead guitarist and whispered, "before Johnny has a heart attack."
   Paul's ending remark caused the youngest to giggle discreetly before answering.
   "Yes, I'd love to!"
   "Great! Then let's get them sorted!" the bassist responded excitedly.
   "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" John halted. "Did you just say 'sort them'?"
   "Um, yes. That way we know whose is whose."
   "So, you actually think that I'm going to waste my precious time sorting through gifts when I could just open it up as soon as I see my name on it?"
   "I don't expect you to do anything, and neither do George and Ringo," he said as he gestured behind John.
   John turned around and the sight that greeted him caused him to jump back in surprise. George and Ringo, while sitting comfortably beside the tree, had already begun to open presents while John and Paul were arguing.
   "You little gits!" John spat.
   "Are we? Because you were the one arguing like a ten year old," Ringo said as a cheeky smirk spread across his face.
   "He's right, y'know," George said as he looked up from his brand new pair of mittens.
   "Whatever! I just want to open some presents!" John cried as he collapsed onto his bum and began to grab at various gifts.
   Paul sat down as well, so they were all together now. Utter chaos then broke out as each Beatle picked a present and began to tear the once neatly wrapped paper. Colors went everywhere as the gift wrap sailed above them. The excitement that filled each boy proving to be overwhelming for the small living room.
   Once the wrapping paper had settled, what was in each box became visible. George gasped in delight as he saw what he had gotten.
   "Mates, look! It's a one year subscription to the "Jelly Baby of the Month Club!" (anyone get the Christmas movie reference?)
   "That's great, Geo! Look what I got!" Ringo said as he held up a stuffed octopus.
   "That's cute, Rings!" George replied.
   "Mates!" Paul cried as he finally tore the last piece of wrapping paper off of the medium-sized box, "something's moving in here!"
   "Well, open it then!" John bellowed.
   And so, that's exactly what the bassist did. He excitedly, yet slowly, cracked open the top. Not a moment too soon, something jumped out and onto Paul. It then began to lick him furiously as he fell back in laughter.
   "It's a puppy!!" Ringo exclaimed.
   "You think?" John replied with a smirk.
   Meanwhile, Paul was on his back laughing intensely as the small pup continued to lick him.
   "What kind of dog is it?" George wondered aloud.
   "It looks like a sheepdog to me," Ringo answered after examining the puppy closely.
   "Aww, that's adorable!" George said before grabbing another present.
   Eventually, Paul recovered from his surprise and laughter and was actually able to sit up while he cuddled the pup in his arms.
   "I think I'll name you Marcus,"(haha! You thought it'd be Martha, didn't you?) he said as he pet its small, fluffy head.
   Now, the other three Beatles were still opening presents, but so far, George and Ringo seemed to be getting much better presents than John. George had gotten a set of comic books, new guitar strings, and a Carl Perkins LP. Ringo had so far received a new ring (obviously), boots, and new drumsticks. But poor John had only gotten a pair of socks and some toothbrushes. He tried his best not to look bothered, but he wasn't fooling anyone.
   "What's gotten your knickers in a wad?" Ringo inquired as he put on his new boots.
   "Absolutely nothing! Why would you even ask such a thing?"
   "You look like Father Christmas just spat in your cornflakes, John," George added as he looked up from his comic book.
   "Well, I don't know why! I've gotten everything I wanted this Christmas!" he defended.
   "So, you wanted socks and toothbrushes?" Ringo questioned incredulously.
   "Yes, that's exactly what I wanted! Now, why don't you just leave me alone!" the rhythm guitarist whined.
   "You know what I think? I think that John wasn't a very good boy this year!" George cried while laughing hysterically.
   "Oh, whatever, Harrison! You're just jealous of my socks!"
   But John's 'snarky' comment just caused them to bust out laughing. Even Paul was pulled out of his puppy trance to laugh at John.
   "You are such a baby, Lennon!" Paul cried.
   "Am not!"
   "Are so!" the bassist laughed.
   "Alright then! You asked for it!" John cried as he quickly grabbed Ringo's stuffed octopus. He then sent it soaring in Paul's direction, whacking the unsuspecting Beatle in the face.
   "Oww!" he yelled, which then caused Marcus to jump on top of him again. Now, John was the one laughing.
   "Bet you didn't see that coming, Macca!"
   "I didn't. And I bet you didn't see this coming!" he yelled as he chucked a pair of socks at John, which successfully knocked his glasses off.
   "No! My glasses!" John screamed like a little girl.
   "Oh, dear! He can't see anything without his glasses!" Ringo proclaimed as he hopped up in order to grab the precious spectacles.
   But, before he could, the unthinkable tragedy occurred. Marcus had hopped off of Paul and started towards Ringo when, "Crack!" Something had broken underneath the puppy's paw.
   "Nooooo! My glasses!!" John wailed.
   "I-I'm so sorry, John," Paul whimpered as he attempted to fix the poor, broken spectacles.
   "Oh, I bet you are!" John retaliated sarcastically.
   "I am! I never meant for your glasses to break!"
   "Whatever! Now I can't see to open any more presents!" he whined.
   "Well, how about we just tell you what you get. How does that sound?" George suggested.
   "I don't care. It'll probably be some more toothbrushes anyways," the rhythm guitarist huffed with a shrug.
   "Okay! We'll start with this one then," George exclaimed as he picked up a big, long box.
   He then unwrapped it while John just sat with his eyes closed, waiting patiently for his gift to be revealed via his ears. Quickly enough, George unwrapped it fully, now revealing the special item.
   "Wow! It's a new guitar, John!" George gasped.
   "It is?! What kind?" John nearly screamed.
   "It's a Rickenbacker and it is so cool-looking!" George squealed while Paul and Ringo gazed at it as well.
   "I wish I could see it!" John sighed as he attempted to see, but only succeeded in finding a glare.
   "I do too! You'd absolutely love it!" Paul said, trying to be nice but really only putting more salt in John's wounds.
   "Shut it, Macca," John said under his breath.
   The other three then continued to open John's presents for him. Each time, they discovered that the presents got better and better. John still sat on the ground blind and really wishing he could see his goodies.
   After about thirty minutes, each and every gift had been unwrapped, including all of John's.
   "Wow, Johnny! You sure did have a great Christmas! If only you could see," Ringo sighed.
   "Well, if Princess Paulie hadn't broken my glasses, I could see them!" John shouted as he attempted to find Paul and give him a dirty look, but only succeeded in looking like a confused chicken.
   "I really am sorry, John," Paul sighed as he pet Marcus, who was asleep on his lap.
   "Saying 'sorry' doesn't change anything, Paul!" John bellowed.
   Paul, George, and Ringo then stopped silent, for they felt extremely sorry and guilty for their friend's misfortune.
   "I wish there was something we could do," George said softly.
   "There's nothing you can do, Geo," John replied with a moan.
   The living room then turned silent once again as each Beatle sat idly on the floor.
   After a few more moments, George began to peer at something underneath the tree.
   "What is it, Hazza?" Ringo asked.
   "It looks like we've left a present under here," he said as he picked up a small, rectangular box, "it's for you, John."
   "Oh great! Something else I can't see!" he grumbled.
   "Well, I'll still open it for you," the youngest offered.
   "Be my guest."
   And so, George carefully took the bow off of the top and then began unwrapping. Within a few seconds, he had the gift unwrapped, which revealed a brown, wooden box in the shape of a rectangle.
   "I wonder what it is," Ringo said.
   "There's only one way to find out I guess," George said as he popped the top off.
   Now, what revealed itself became a controversial topic in the Beatle family for years. George felt his jaw drop and his eyes grow wide as he gaped at John's last Christmas present.
   "Well, what is it, George?" Paul finally spoke, sounding quite anxious.
   "T-they're um..."
   But, before he finished, Ringo took them out of the box and proclaimed the one word that John longed to hear.
   "Glasses!!!"
   "Glasses?!" John bellowed.
   "Yes, glasses! Here, try them on!" the drummer said as he put the round-rimmed spectacles on the rhythm guitarist.
   As soon as they had reached his eyes, vision returned to him. He gasped, obviously thankful, before jumping up and doing the twist.
   "I can see! I can see!" he proclaimed.
   "Yay!" Paul celebrated, while still on the floor with Marcus, "I'm so happy for you, Johnny!"
   "Hooray!" they all yelled, until John's dancing stopped and his cries of joy dwindled into silence.
   "What's the matter?" Ringo inquired.
   "I just thought of something," he answered, somewhat angrily.
   "What did you think of?" Paul asked gingerly.
   "I just remembered that you three opened all of my presents because I couldn't see, but, the whole time, a pair of glasses were sitting underneath the tree just waiting to be discovered and you three decided not to open them for me. So, do you know what I'm going to do about that?" he asked with a malicious grin.
   "W-what?" Paul gulped.
   "Kill you!" he cried as he lunged at the bassist before wrapping his arm around his neck.
   "No, John! Please! We didn't know!" Paul yelped.
   "I don't care! You're still getting a noogie!" John cried.
   George and Ringo just laughed at Paul's misfortune as John continued to 'terrorize' him.
   "I wouldn't laugh too hard because you two are next!" John cackled.
   "Nooooo!" they both yelled before racing out into the snowy outdoors, leaving John to torture Paul and Marcus to bark at all of the Christmas chaos.
   And so, the Fab Four had a wonderful Christmastime, especially now that John could actually see.

Well, folks, that was my last story until after/during the New Year. I mentioned a New Year's story in my last author's note, but that may or may not happen depending on how lazy I feel XD. I guess we'll just find out! Thank you all so much for reading, commenting, and voting! It means so very much to me! Welp, until next time!