Now I'm Here

Chapter 21- With the Grain Running Down my Face

They opened their eyes to what seemed like a field of grain. 

A little "fort" caught their attention. 

"Is that a manger?" Brian asked. 

"What's a manger?" Roger questioned.

"What Jesus was born in," Freddie said. 

"Is it Christmas?" John asked. 

Freddie got up to walk over and see what was going on.

"Freddie! Don't you dare go over there," Brian scolded.

"Why not?" Freddie asked. 

"Freddie, the Bible is the most famous book ever. And the birth of Jesus Christ, is the most famous story. If you change just one thing from this book, one thing from this story. You'll essentially change the entire Christmas story," Brian explained. 

"Well, this is one of the most historic events to ever take place," Roger said, "So can we please witness it?" Roger begged. 

"We can't move or speak," Brian said.

"Ew I'm hiding my face," Freddie sneered. 

"Why?" John asked. 

"It's gross," Freddie replied, "It's the birth of a child."

The guys laughed. They tiptoed over to the manger and hid behind it. 

They watched as the events took place, but we won't get into detail about that. 

Just as the boys thought that the story was over, there came a light in the sky.  A beautiful angel floated above the manger. 

Freddie's eyes opened in awe. He'd never seen such beauty. And when the angel started singing Freddie started to cry.

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The guys were lying on the ground getting ready to fall asleep. 

"Bri Bri, can you please tell us a story?" Deaky asked. 

"Sure, Deaky," Brian cooed. 

"'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar plums danc'd in their heads,
And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap-
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a minature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and call'd them by name:
"Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer, and Vixen,
"On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Dunder and Blixem;
"To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
"Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys - and St. Nicholas too:
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound:
He was dress'd all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnish'd with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys was flung on his back,
And he look'd like a peddler just opening his pack:
His eyes - how they twinkled! his dimples how merry,
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face, and a little round belly
That shook when he laugh'd, like a bowl full of jelly:
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laugh'd when I saw him in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And fill'd all the stockings; then turn'd with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight-
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night," Brian recited.

He looked at his 4 best friends as Roger was resting his head on Freddie's chest. Deaky was rolled up in a little ball with his arm wrapped around Roger. 

"Awww," Brian cooed to himself.

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AaaAA okay!!! I am going to publish the next chapter on Christmas and then I'm hoping to finish this book off soon. Okay yeah vote if you like please<3