Hi! Thought I'd do a Christmas fic. I, sadly, didn't write the song. Cookies to whoever guesses which ranger this features! Merry Christmas!
R&R
A small Christmas tree sat in the center of the room, the dim white lights brightening the otherwise gloomy room. There were two rows of army cot beds on either side, and on the farthest wall there were three windows overlooking the snow-covered street. Underneath the center window, stood a little desk that had stood the test of time, and little boys. In the corner sat a small child on his bed, looking wistfully out the window. In his lap was a piece of paper.
I don't know if you remember me or not.
I'm one of the kids they brought in, from the Home
I was the Blond-haired Boy, in an old green flannel shirt
You may not have seen me, I was standing off alone
His pencil quivered above the paper. The events of yesterday played through his mind.
I didn't come to talk to you,
'Cause that's never worked before
And you'll probably never see this letter anyway…
But just in case there's something
You could do to help me out
I'll ask you one more time.
Could he really do this? Could he really pour out his heart to a complete stranger? Everyone said he was nice, but would he really care about a little orphan? He had never come through for the boy. He toughened his resolve. This was his last hope. He put his pencil to the paper.
All I really want for Christmas
Is someone to tuck me in
A shoulder to cry on if I lose
Shoulders to ride on if I win
There's so mutch I could ask for
But there's just one thing I need,
All I really want for Christmas, is a family
Just then, his mind went back to an incident just this morning. He had given Jake a black eye for calling him a wimp. Jake had then wrestled his 'attacker' to the ground. One of the volunteers had come over to break up the fight, and Jake squealed on him. He didn't get breakfast this morning.
Well I guess I should go ahead and tell you now,
If it's really true about that list you have
Somehow I always seem to end up in a fight
But I'm really trying hard, not to be bad
The boy wondered, what would it be like to have a dad, or a brother to play with. And a mom, to help him with problem and bake him delicious food. He would have his own room, and every night his parents would come and tuck him in.
Maybe if I had a brother, or a dad to wrestle with
Maybe they could teach me how to get along
And from everything I've heard, it sounds like the greatest gift on earth
Would be a mom
He remembered his last birthday. At least, what they said was his birthday. He knew that they didn't know. The only thing special was that he got an extra helping of mystery meat. Yeah, that was a lovely present. But if he ever got a family, he knew he would have wonderful gifts. Maybe he would get a new shirt, instead of the hand-me-downs that they gave him at the home. Maybe they'd even get him a whole cake! But, even if they didn't that'd be okay too.
All I really want for Christmas
Is someone who'll be there
To sing me happy birthday for the next 100 years
And it's okay if they're not perfect, or even if they're a little broken
That's all right, 'Cause so am I
The small boy stepped off the bed, and folded the letter. He stuck it underneath the tree, just as a troop of rowdy kids filed into the room. They each slid into their designated beds, all hoping that tomorrow would be the day they found a home.
Once they had all drifted asleep, Amy Bradley stepped quietly out of the shadows. Stealthily she stooped underneath the tree. Passing the last bed, she ruffled the boy's blond hair, and ninja streaked out the window, leaving behind stacks of presents, and taking with her one child's letter to Santa.