This story is based on the saddest Christmas song known to man! The Christmas Shoes of course! Merry Christmas to all!
-Ferntiger
I do not own Unnatural history, or The Christmas Shoes.
A Christmas to Remember
Maggie POV:
We walked together into the smallest store on the street. The snow clung to our clothes, and the winter air was thick in our lungs.
"Why are we here again!" Complained Jasper.
"Yea, and why on Christmas Eve too!" Added Henry.
"I told you! I have one last gift to buy, and the shoe store is the only place open today, so stop complaining." I snapped at them.
The gift was for my father, he had been complaining that he needed a new pair of shoes. I slowly searched the isles for the perfect gift for him. I came across a nice pair of black sneakers. Perfect! I checked the size, and set out to find Jasper and Henry. Henry had set out to smelling all the shoes, and I found him in the next isle. Jasper had seated himself in a chair in the front of the store, and fallen asleep.
"Wake up!" I snapped at jasper.
"What!" Jasper exclaimed as he came to, jumping up in surprise.
"Time to go, let me just pay first." I said
"You could of woken me up after paying." Companied Jasper.
"Fine!" I hissed in anger, and walked over to the line for paying.
As I stood in line, I noticed a small boy, pacing nervously in front of me, and he held in his hands, a pair of shoes. His clothes looked years old, and threadbare. Then it was his turn to pay, and I was amazed at what I heard him say.
"Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please! It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size. Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time, you see she's been sick for quite a while, And I know these shoes would make her smile. I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight."
I watched, in amazement, as he slowly counted all of his pennies for the cashier, and put them on the counter gently.
"I'm sorry, kid, that is not enough." The casher said in a heartbroken tone. Then, the little boy turned to me, and began to tell his story, all I could do, was stand and listen.
"Mama made Christmas good at our house, though most years she just did without. Tell me, what am I going to do, Somehow I've got to buy her these Christmas shoes!" said the little boy.
I looked at the casher, he looked moved, I knew I certainly was. I knew those shoes costed exactly the amount of money that I had to buy my father's present. I couldn't sand it any more; I put down my shoe box, took out my money, and placed it on the counter next to his. He looked over joyed.
"Thank you! Mama is going to look so great!" He said, as he ran out of the store with his box of shoes.
"The true meaning of Christmas." The casher mumbled to himself, as I walked towards Jasper and Henry.
"Where is your box of shoes?" Henry asked.
"Yea! You didn't drag us out here just to change your mind." Jasper said.
"Well, I have." I said calmly.
"Why!" Jasper said disbelievingly.
"Other people need it more." I said with a smile. And with that, we walked out of the shoe store into the cold, warmed only by the thought of helping the little boy.
THE END