Christmas Morning
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Note: Hey all, here's another HBK Christmas story. This one is a childhood story so alittle info for those of you who don't know. Shawn's brother Randy is 10 years older than him, Scott is 6 years older, and Shari is 4 years older. Shawn is 5 in this fic making Randy 15, Scott 11, and Shari 9. Oh by the way, vote on what pairing I should write next at the top of my profile page or at my forum, Latino Spirit.
Five year old Shawn sat up in bed and looked around wide eyed. It was Christmas morning, 5:00am Christmas morning to be exact. He scampered excitedly down the hall to the top of the stairs where he could just see the Christmas tree and presents under the tree below. Squealing happily, he ran back down the hall and into his oldest brother Randy's room.
"RAAAAAANDYYYY!!!!!" he screatched at the top of his lungs, divebombing his sleeping brother and waking him with an unpleasent thudding of his body against Randy's.
"SHAWN! What the hell is your problem!?" his older brother yelled, shoving his younger brother completely off the bed.
"Well its Christmas morning Randy! Santa came! Presents!" Shawn tried to explain.
"Its 5 in the fricken morning Squirt, go back to bed." Randy muttered, throwing the covers over his head.
"Don't call me Squirt!" Shawn protested, walking glumly out of the room.
Spotting his other brother's open bedroom though, Shawn perked right up. He patted into the room, avoiding the huge piles of dirty socks and underwear that Scott always had scattered across his room. A far cry from Randy's neatly kept room, entering Scott's was like taking a chance in a mine field.
Taking careful aim, Shawn jumped square onto the middle brother's chest, waking him with a cry of
"ITS CHRISTMAS!"
Like his older brother Scott, shoved Shawn right off the bed.
"Get off Runt." he hissed angrily. "Get the hell out of my room."
"But Scotty, its Christmas. Santa brought presents!" Shawn exclaimed. Scott scoffed at his little brother.
"You're so stupid Runt, Santa doesn't exist." Scott told him.
"Yeah huh! Santa's real! It has his name on the presents!" Shawn shouted.
"Mom and Dad get the presents and write 'Santa Clause' on them. Santa's just a story to get dumb Runts like you to be good." Scott taunted.
"You're lying!" Shawn shouted, running out of the room in tears. He ran into his sister's room last, shaking her awake and crying
"Scotty says Santa isn't real!"
Shari sighed and pulled her little brother up to sit on her bed. Even though she was nine, she always ended up taking care of Shawn when Randy or Scotty upset him.
"Shh its ok Shawn, Scotty was just trying to upset you. He knows Santa's real but he's sour because he never gets anything from him 'cause he's bad. Don't let him get to you." she assured her brother, rubbing his back soothingly.
"Really?" Shawn sniffed,
"Yeah, now come on, let's go wake up Mom and Dad.
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Shawn sat under the Christmas tree amid a pile of torn wrapping paper playing with his new trucks. Scott was over by the tv playing a new video game. Randy was showing his sister the new computer program he'd gotten, and she was sitting there bored, not really listening. Their parents were sitting on the couch talking softly.
"How much longer do you think Shawn will be believing in Santa?" Their mother asked her husband softly.
"He'll be getting to the doubting age pretty soon. Though with the way Scott's been acting, maybe sooner than later." he said.
"We should speak to him about being nicer to Shawn." their mother sighed.
"Not now, let them be." as he said it, Shawn had gone over to see what Scott was doing and now the older boy was yelling at him.
"Ok, maybe now would be a good time." their dad decided.
"What a Christmas Morning."
End!
