On Christmas Eve Honey and Brian were sitting on the sofa by the log stove in the cottage; waiting for his uncle and aunt to come home walking the dogs, as they loved the snow more than Brian did not even sure why or he couldn’t remember why the reason was. Yet his uncle always knew why but he didn’t want to remind him of it especially when he just came out of hospital from the attack the other day. So he was that kind to Brian that he took Scout the husky out for his walk with his wife and their two husky dogs; Scout sometimes knew he didn’t want to leave Brian more and more since the accident, he was like guarding him from everything and everyone but Brain reassured him that he’ll be safe when he came home.
He knew that Scout would be fine and want to bring his uncle and aunt back within 20 minutes of being out. “Don’t blame him to be honest thought” Brain it wasn’t that long until they came back and all three huskys wanted to be around Brain than go out for a walk in the big garden. In the end Brain let all three in his room to keep him company; normally it was just him and Scout because he felt safe having him near by than anyone else, Sky had found a wrapped up Christmas by the side of his bed took it to him as he sat down. Sky barked like she was telling him to open it or she will.
He opened it as he got into bed Scout jumped up and laid next to Brian; he looked at the other two who way laying next to him on the floor, looking up at him with big puppy eyes. He looked back down at the book. He noticed his grandads handwriting but he hadn’t seen his grandad for awhile but then again he had passed away last year. Not sure how he manage to put it at his bed side table but it didn’t matter because lots of strange things happened since then that he couldn’t explain.
The note has said “our favourite Christmas Eve Story. Got it published just for you. Limited Editiinn” Brain smirked and said “Limited Edition Grandad. Haha not what you put” Scout barked twice “too right blooming dyslexia. He would say wouldn’t he boy” He read the front cover “Brian’s Santa is Coming Town” he always loved his grandads illustrations. He turned to the first page and started to read the book laying down with just a lamp on.
“You better watch out Brian,” “you better not cry Brian,” “you better not be pouting Brain” I’m telling you the reason why Brian because Santa Claus is coming town, Santa Claus is coming town, Santa Claus is coming town. So you better hurry up and get into bed my good fellow man; he’s making a list, checking it twice, he will find out who’s naughty or nice.
He knows when your awake “Brian go back to sleep”; as grandad walked passed the bedroom door, he sees you when your sleeping “good night my boy” as his grandad turned the light off and closed the bedroom door. He will soon find out if your bad or good. “So be good for goodness sake Brain”
In the morning the kids on the girl and boy land will have a jubilee because all of their Christmas presents are under the tree; they are going to build their toy land all around the Christmas Tree…..
Brian didn’t get far as he fell asleep always at the same part when his grandad was reading it to him; his aunt and uncle walked pasted, noticed that his bedroom door was still open maybe the fear is still there and getting worst since the attack. His aunt crept in took the book off Brian and placed the book down not knowing that it was unfinished book and Brian had to finish it off for him. She turned the lamp off and both his aunt, uncle and grandma decided to leave the door open because for his safety if he had a nightmare his aunt and uncle can run in to calm him down. They all said “good night my boy” as they would echo the granddads words to him like he would normally would.
As every child starts to go to bed on Christmas Eve excited that I would arrive in the middle of the night delivering their Christmas presents and fill up their stockings. Yet there’s always one child who can’t not sleep; too afraid to sleep or more to the point keeps wishing one person would come home, yet I have a surprise for him and he will get a chance to see me and talk to me.
By the time I got to Tiny Tim’s house I parked my sleigh outside his house; Tiny Tim blinked a few times to see what he was seeing, I waved and beckoned him to come over. So Tiny Tim quickly put his dressing gown and his wellingtons on over his pjs. He opened the front door and closed it quietly so he couldn’t wake up his mother or any of his siblings up.
Once he got close to Santa and his sleigh he couldn’t believe what he was seeing in front of him. “You ready to go Timmy?” Asked Santa. “To where?” Replied Tiny Tim “why rescuing your father of course. You are a hero are you not?” Answered Santa looking rather puzzled as he looked at Tiny Tim’s face expression of great sadness. Santa casted something over them which made Tiny Tim look up; as he could hear his father’s echoing the words “There’s always a hero inside you if you look inside your heart; you don’t have to be afraid anymore or what you are, there’s always an answer. That’s if you reach into your soul and the sorrow that you know will melt away…”
He could see his father in a locked up campsite battered and bruised but he recognised the markings on his army uniform but one distinctly stood out to him. It was Tiny Tim’s mark that he had made before his dad went away again on tour. Tiny Tim knew what he had to do; however he felt something brush his hand in his pocket, it was his father’s trademark that only him and his father knew about no one else. It then gave him the courage to do this mission that no one else would do; all of the sudden he could feel someone’s hand on his shoulder, he turned round and he saw his father’s commander towering over him.
“Ready son” he asked. Tiny Tim nodded. “Lead the way Master Tim. We follow you and Mr Claus.” He answered without a batter of an eye lid of looking at Santa; which made Tiny Tim smirk because he was taking orders from Santa Claus and a 8 year old kid, and Santa is real as he’s standing right in front of him.
It was a long road up in the sky when Tiny Tim use to face the world alone; when he he had no one to reach out a hand for him to hold when he was told that his father was captured because it didn’t seem right, yet he found love when he searched within himself and the emptiness that he had felt had disappeared. Tiny Time knew it was time for him to rescue his father and hold his hand out of the captured jail.
The more closer they got to the campsite and the building they all dropped lower; well except Santa and Tiny Tim as they were in the search of Tiny Tim’s father, and become a distraction for the British Army to attack. The badge of Tiny Tims father’s trademark had started to glow inside his hands; like it was telling them where to go but he could hear more of his father’s voice, calling to him and taking them in the right direction.
Lord knows that dreams are hard to follow Timmy but don’t let anyone tear them away or put you down. Hold on tightly on the side of the sleigh now Timmy; your almost there, but in time you’ll find away around your blocked off walls like no tomorrow…
The sleigh stopped outside the tower. Timmy jumped onto the wall path as Santa stayed close to him but on the sleigh; Timmy heard the voice of his father loud and clear even with the trademark, telling him what he’s saying to him. A true hero comes along with the strength to carry on; which meant you have now casted your fears aside and you know how to survive, when you feel like the hope is gone. You can look inside yourself and be strong. That’s when you finally see the truth that a true hero lies in you.
Tiny Tim turned round and he could see a man sitting up against the wall in the shadows; he started to walk slowly over to the jail metal door, the trademark was shining brightly and it was his father. “Dad” whispered Timmy. His father looked up he saw Timmy standing there in front of him with the moon light shining on him. He got up and ran too him; “what you doing here? How did you?” He looked down and saw the trademark that he made for Timmy; he looked back up, he could see one of the guards coming up behind Timmy but Timmy didn’t know until his father told him to duck and the guard fell backwards back down the stairs where he came. Timmy only heard the explosion of a gun.
Santa on the other hand was a sleep not looking until he had heard the gun shot that had woken him up; he quickly got out as fast as he could he got his Santa bag, rummaged inside to look for something, once he had found it he gave it to Timmy for some reason Timmy didn’t really take much notice of the glow he said something no one knew what he had said.
Timmy’s father had quickly grabbed his son round the waist as he could tell that more German soldiers were going to come any second as they would of heard the two loud bangs at the tower they were at. All three clambered into the sleigh and disappeared. It wasn’t long before they got back to Shamley Green in Surrey; loads of people were out looking for Timmy that morning as Timmy would of expected, luckily Timmy’s dad knew the secret way to get back into the house without being seen by anyone else but knew that Timmy’s mother would give him a hard time to begin with.
However it back fired when they were spotted by Timmy’s mother in the kitchen looking out of the window as they came through the back gate. She shrieked as they both thought she would do to begin with; they both stood by each other as the same routine when they both normally get into trouble when they are together, they both said together.
First the shriek
Second the running out of the back door,
Thirdly get whacked around the head to see if we are both alive
Fourth a hug
Fifth a kiss
And last but not least sixth group hug of us three with kisses.
That fact the first two had happened Timmy’s mother went straight for number 6 which stunned both at the same time. They started to wonder what the triplets put in her porridge that morning because it wasn’t her. However they were happily ever after.
There were three men living together in London. An Afro-American, a West Indian and a Nigerian. They were all starving because they didn’t have money to buy food. However upon coming close to a posh London restaurant in this classy neighbourhood, they decided to come up with a plan.
The Afro-American went in first. After being seated, he ordered a three course meal with white wine. When he had finished the meal, the waiter came by with the bill. “LISTEN MY MAN, I ALREADY PAID YOU!” – the Afro-American shouted! The waiter was very confused because he could not remember being paid. But because he did not want to cause any trouble, he let the brother leave.
Five minutes later, the West Indian walked into the same restaurant and ordered a five course meal with red wine. When he was finished eating, the waiter came by to collect the money for the food. “HEY, HEY, LOOK AT ME CROSSES. BUT AH PAID YOU ALREADY!” – the West Indian shouted. This time the manager came and had to calm down the West Indian, because he did not want anything to upset the other customers. He let the guy go.
Ten minutes later, the Nigerian walked in. And you know how we are. He sat down. Lit up a cigarette, and ordered the most expensive meal on the menu, plus two bottles of Beer. After he had finished, the waiter came to collect the money for the meal, But before the Nigerian could say anything, the waiter spoke to him.”Sir, I have been having all sorts of problems all day and I can’t understand it. Two other people like you came in earlier and ate, and they say that they paid me but I don’t remember getting any money from them so, ” Before he could finish, the Nigerian interrupted, rather emphatically, “OGA I SORRY FOR YOU OOOO. BUT DAT NA YOUR PROBLEM. I JUST WANT YOU TO GIVE ME MY CHANGE!!”
By A Nigerian Friend
I really couldn’t believe that it was him really him standing in front of me; after so long talking to each other, fighting and arguing. Loosing each other in the midst of talking to each other; then finding each other, then loosing each other and finally getting everything straight of winning.
Prince Caspian explained that he’ll take me out in the morning to get new clothes just get a fresh set for the morning and that I can sleep in his shirt and boxers for the night. I was like okay not have time to do anything ready or anything of the sort; I can understand that he’s very anxious of getting back to the palace, before anyone else noticed that he had gone.
Yet this was a great time for me to get rid of the horrible woman from the palace for good. We all said good bye to each other well me, my parents and one of my siblings who was still living at home as well. The ride back to the palace didn’t seem that long to me but then again I was quite heavily distracted by Caspian; I didn’t even noticed we had arrived until the door of the car next to me had opened, the cold air hit me and that’s when I realised we had arrived.
We barely just got into the palace a lady came running down the stairs threw herself at Caspian trying to smother him with kisses and everything. I could see her Majesty behind her she gave me the nod to say that the woman has to go. Took me awhile to pluck up the courage even with Prince Andrews help by giving me a nudge. I just went for it; I pulled her arms off him, stood in between them and the woman couldn’t understand why I just did that.
I had found my voice. Made it loud and clear so that everyone could hear what I had to say to her in front of everyone even front of the maids, butlers, the cooks and everyone who works for the royal family. “You are no longer needed here. If I see your still here in the next 24 hours I will release a statement how you wangled yourself into someone love life when you know perfectly well that they are in love with someone else. You have no reason to be here or wanted here.” “You can’t do that? I am engaged to Prince Caspian!” exclaimed Melody “actually I can….you weren’t even on the royal family cards or mine. They were helping me to get to Prince Caspian before you showed up unannounced and pressured him. Actually I was already engaged to him before you intervened. Now start packing your bags and no one will help you one single bit. If you start destroying my life even more I have enough evidence to destroy yours before you could do anything else” I replied feeling more confident in myself for standing up to her.
Melody started to look round to see if she could get any back up she tried to get the back up from the Queen. However the Queen didn’t budge other than saying “run along you heard Princess Hannah to be” that part I didn’t know but I didn’t want to show it to Melody because she would win more. Melody had started to cry as she ran off to her room to pack. Since that day we never even saw her or heard about her again.
Day 13 Christm
As they all travelled to Guildford to find the Prince Caspian’s true love Prince Andrew was filling in his brother what the fake obsessive women who wanted Caspian all to himself trying to find him and trying to keep him away from the true love he loved the most.
They had finally arrived in Guildford; it wasn’t too long they were on my doorstep ringing my doorbell, my dad literally wasn’t too sure what was happening why they were there. My mum wasn’t too sure either but they let them in; obviously they knew it had something to do with me because they were informed that one day Prince Caspian would come for me, but didn’t know when that was going to happen. Today was today by the looks of things.
Prince Caspian asked permission to go and surprise me as I didn’t know that he was there in the house. So my parents directed him to which bedroom was mine; I could hear footsteps and people talking, I just thought “oh they’ve got visitors and they must of forgotten to tell me about it” .
My door opened I looked over. There was Prince Caspian appearing around the door gave me a massive grin on his face “surprise!” I couldn’t believe what I was seeing or hearing. I got off my bed gave him one massive big hug on the landing as my bedroom wasn’t big enough for both of us in one room.
Since the attacks from March to June it is has been very quiet indeed but at this time of year it’s time for those who have lost their lives. Here is a story for them spending their first year of Christmas in heaven.
I know I was a liar but I’ve gave into the fire; I could hear your voice saying to me “fight the pain” I know I should’ve of fought it but at least now that I’m being honest now I know I have failed you, I know you’ll be blaming yourself for failing me but you haven’t I should of done you better but I don’t want you to lie for me or lie to yourself of what happened.
I know, I know, I know I use to give you everything but just let me give you the freedom that I couldn’t give you since that day. I know I know I know that you got everything now; up here I’m nothing here without out you but I beg you now give me one last time to take me home for one more time then I promise you after that I’ll let you go and you’ll let me go to heaven.
Baby, Mum, Dad I don’t care if I’m not there I’m still in your heart and all I really care is knowing that I’ll be waking up in your arms in your dreams. Knowingly that I’m safe now in heaven I just need to be the one who takes you home. I don’t deserve it and I know you don’t deserve it but stay with me for a minute; I swear I’ll make it worth it can you forgive me for giving up at least only temporarily, I know this isn’t my fault or yours I should’ve of been more careful but I didn’t know that this would happen.
I know we didn’t deserve it but I had the most happiest time I have ever been. Seeing the star that I loved and doing the job that I loved the most by protecting the people who need to be protected. Just give me one last time to be with my family to make me whole.