Hello!

So, I've recently been writing requests for people in order to get inspiration for my other stories. In doing so, it's given me inspiration for this story!

I developed it last night and now its ready to be posted :)

Who doesn't love a good Christmas story?

I will try to update every day until Christmas Eve when it should hopefully be finished :)

Please review and give me your feedback as to whether you like this or not!

Italics = Narrator

And by the way, the narrator is not me. Someone special is telling this story ;)

Hope you enjoy and I don't own BTR! :D

Hello boys and girls.

Welcome to this little Christmas tale.

You will be seeing a lot of me...well hearing. I think it's only appropriate that I introduce myself so that we can become better acquainted. I'm...

No.

I won't reveal my identity just yet. Let's get you guessing as to who I am. Anyway, the reason why we are all here isn't to discuss me, is it?

On with the story!

Christmas tales usually start with a family of some sort. They could be sitting around the fireplace, getting out decorations or arguing about who gets to put the fairy on top of the tree.

Most start like this, but some do not, take ours for example.

We start with a lone figure, standing on the corner in thick clothing and a coat. He holds an old, battered guitar linked to a strap around his neck. Resting on top of his brown spiked hair, there is a red and white Christmas hat. It is the 3rd of December after all.

Other people are present too. Many men and women, even some children, are rushing to get home and avoid the freezing temperatures.

All that is on their minds is getting inside and out of the frost ridden outdoors.

They don't seem to notice how bare their town is or the little girl and her mother, bundled together on the side of the street. They have no money for food or shelter. They would have Christmas cheer, if the very people running past them hadn't of abandoned them in their time of need.

The place, in which this tale is set, is a small area in Minnesota, nicknamed Christmas Town.

You would expect a place with such a name, to have bright, flashing Christmas lights, carollers adorning the streets and lots of people excited for the 25th day of December.

If you are one of those people who thought that, then you are wrong.

Christmas Town has been named such because it is the polar opposite. Streets are empty of Christmas lights, leaving it dull and drab. The people here have all been consumed by greed, arrogance or selfishness. There are a few that remain pure, but most have given in to these devilish feelings. They would prefer to receive than to give.

Perhaps the worst thing of all is that there is scarcely any Christmas spirit.

This is where we come back to the boy on the corner. The street sign reads 34th street. Some of you clever ones will realize that this is the title of our story. If not, then you now know.

A soft melody comes from the strumming of his guitar and the moving of his lips. A small crowd has gathered, as even though they have lost their Christmas cheer, they still love a song or two.

"He sees you when you're sleeping; he knows when you're awake..."

The crowd disperse when the song is finished, obviously too busy to praise the lad. Ah, I do see one elderly woman making her way towards him though.

"Take this, for your troubles of standing out here in the freezing air and singing to that bunch of grumpy folks" she said, handing him a crisp $20.

He looked shocked and surprised, not wanting to accept the kind offer, but not wanting to seem rude.

"I can't take that, I'm sorry. I sing for fun. To try and rustle up some Christmas spirit. This town seems to have lost that years ago." he frowned upon his own explanation.

The elderly woman nodded in agreement.

"It is sad" she said. "In my day, you would see town folk bustling about here 'till midnight, buying gifts for loved ones. Now look."

What the old woman has to say is true. Christmas Town is certainly not what it used to be. I should know as I've been around long enough. Longer than you or your parents have been living. Your grandparents too.

"And also, in my day, many more folk would be tipping you for your music. So take it and you shall make an old woman, very happy."

"But-"

"I don't care what you do with it." she cut him off. "Spend it on sweets or the latest video game, I don't mind. Just take it, please."

The boy sighed and smiled. He gently took the folded note and held it in his hands.

"Thank you" he replied, more grateful than she would ever know.

"No problem, dear. This town needs more young lads like you. I admire you very much. Now I must be on my way, goodbye." she smiled at him once more, before making her way down the street.

Once she was gone, the boy made his way over to the shivering mother and daughter who were huddled on the sidewalk. He held out the note.

"What's this?" the woman asked in a whisper.

"It's enough to get you into a shelter for a few nights, food and a nice, warm bed. It's yours." he said, handing it over as the mother gripped it slowly.

"Really? You mean it?"

The boy smiled and nodded.

"Thank you so much!" the woman cried, jumping up and hugging him with all her strength. "You have no idea what this means to us."

"I think I might have some idea." the boy replied with a wink.

Feeling a tug on his coat sleeve, he looked down to see the little girl looking up at him.

"Fank you Misterw" she said shyly. The boy poked her nose and hugged her.

"Go on, go and get some real food in you both." the boy told them.

Thanking him again, they both rushed off, to find a place better than the cold sidewalk.

The boy smiled again. He gathered his things and walked off into the night, whistling jingle bells happily to himself.

That boy was very nice, don't you think? I certainly like the boy. He is much different to the cold hearted people in Christmas Town.

This is it for the first part of our Christmas tale, but come back soon, for in the next part, we shall find out exactly who our lovely, guitar playing friend is.

For now, I wish you a good day and a good night.

Farewell until tomorrow, my friends.

So, do you like it? What do you think of it? Any guesses as to who the boy is?

To keep his identity secret for the first chapter, there will not be a specific character allocated for this story :P

Please review and tell me if I should continue it or not!

Thanks!

~swagUPwindowsDOWN