This is in the wrong month, at the wrong season, at the wrong time. So why am I writing a Christmas story when December is 4 months away? Well, let's just say it's been in my imagination for too long. ;-)

Simon POV

The snow was still falling, hard as I walked down the streets of Montpelier Vermont. My brothers and I were on a family reunion. Our grandparents live up here, and so do a few of our cousins. So far this was the worst family reunion for me ever!

My cousin Maxwell was being more annoying then ever. He's a 6 year old little twerp! I hate him so much! Then when I tell him he's being mean, he'll always have some kind of way to make it look like I was being mean to him.

List of things Maxwell has done to me:

When I was 7 and he was 3 he would always play with Alvin and Theodore and he'd always throw toys at me.

When I was 8 he said I looked like "one of those freaks from TV who have glasses bigger then their own brain"

Last year he told Dave that I had just threw my hot chocolate on him because he asked if he could have some and I said no. (First of all he spilt it on himself)

This year he tackled me and said if he could beat up a 10 year old at the age of 6 "imagine how bad he could hurt someone else". Then he started hitting me in the face. (Do you know how bad it hurts be hit in the face be a 6 year old?)

Besides Maxwell being a pest I also didn't get a gift at the family present count down. The whole idea is someone is suppose to buy you 7 small gifts like a snow globe or a book. Well kids get to do the same thing. You get money and you spend it on who ever you got. You'll never guess who got my name.

NO ONE! Yah, no one got my name. Why is that you may ask, well it's because my Aunt Catharine is suppose to make the names for everyone to draw out of a fish bowl. I guess she forgot my name because I didn't get a small box when we were handing out the presents. When Aunt Catharine went back to the chart to she who was suppose to draw my name, she confirmed that no one even got my name.

I was trying not to cry in front of the rest of the family. Dave came over to me. He squat down to where I was sitting and gave me a quick embrace. I had to watch everyone open their gifts while I got nothing.

I decided to take a brake from all the family drama and go for a walk to calm me down. I kicked the snow in front of me. As I walked by the grocery store I saw one of those people who stand outside and jingle the bell to get people to give money form some certain cause. I glanced at the man to my right.

Poor guy had no coat. He must be cold. All he had was a hat, a white t-shirt and some old blue jeans. I looked at my over sized coat. It was too big for me anyways. I took of the coat and gave it to the man.

"Marry Christmas," I mumbled.

When I got a closer look at the man in front of me I realized that he was only a few inches taller then I was.

The man looked at me with thankful smile, and took my coat willingly.

"Thanks Son, and Merry Christmas yourself. God bless you," He said to me.

I nodded and walked on. I didn't know where I was, but I really didn't care. All a cared about was staying as far away from my family as possible. Still kicking the snow in front of me I bumped into someone. I rubbed my head from the spot where I hit the person. As I adjusted my glasses I saw who I hit. The person I hit looked like a 7 year old girl.

Her brown tangled hair was in her face. He blue eyes looked so lifeless. All she had on was a winter hat blue jeans, a long sleeved gray turtle neck and a really thin navy blue sweater. The shoes were torn and old looking.

"Sorry, are you okay?" I asked the girl in front of me.

"Yes I'm fine. Are you?" She responded back.

"I'm fine." I looked around. "Where's you mom?" I asked her.

"She's over there buying some apples," The girl pointed to a very thin lady with the same brown hair as the girl. She had on a long kaki jacket and jeans.

"Oh, so umm…" I was tying to think of something to ask the girl to get a conversation started. "What do you want Santa to bring you this year?"

"Who's Santa?" The girl raised her eye brow.

"He's a really round guy who has a red suit and umm… brings presents to good kids."

"I've never heard of him, but he sounds really nice,"

"So does your family have a lot of money?" I asked.

"No, my mom lost her job 2 years ago and my dad is a cashier," The girl explained to me.

"Wow, I'm sorry to hear that,"

I reached in my pocket and pulled out a 20 dollar bill.

"I know it's not much, but I want you to have it," I told her handing the money over to her.

"Thank you!" She exclaimed as she ran over to her mom.

The mom waved at me and mouthed thank you. I waved back and walked on. I felt good giving her some money, but that was my Christmas money. Oh well, I helped her and that's all that matters.

A cool breeze wiped across me. I shivered from not having my coat on. I hope that man likes his new coat. I decided to go inside a candy store near by to get warm. As I walked in I sat down on the floor and hugged myself. My arms around my knees and head resting my arms. I looked at the candy on the shelves. It all looked so good. I decided to head home. It was getting late anyways.

While I was getting up some kids ran into me. I slipped and fell on one of the shelves. They all fell over like dominos. I looked in horror. The store manager walked up to me and gave me a stern look.

"S-sorry Sir," I said softly.

"You're lucky it Christmas," He muttered. "Now get on you little brat!"

I ran out of there as fat as I could. I started to fell cold again. I didn't know which way to go or how to get home. I wandered around the streets for what felt like for ever. My eyes started to water. I never felt so scared in my life. I though I'd never get home. That's when Dave drove by me.

"DAVE!" I yelled as loud as I could. "DAVE!"

I heard him jam on the brakes. I quickly ran up to the car and got in the backseat.

"SIMON SEVILLE WHERE ON EARTH HAVE YOU BEEN?" Dave yelled at me.

"I'm sorry Dave, I didn't mean to scare you," I sighed.

The rest of the car ride was silence. I didn't say a word. I didn't feel good anyways. When we got to my grandparents house they came up and gave me a big hug.

"SIMON, you're safe," My grandmother exclaimed. "Don't you ever go anyway ever again with out telling us where you're going!" She let go of me and gave me a stern look.

I waked into the house and went up to the room I was sharing with my brothers. I looked at the clock. 5:38. Dinner would start soon. Just then there was a knock at my door. I didn't get a chance to say come in because my little cousin came barging in.

"I though you were dead," He said.

"Well guess what, I'm not, now what do you want?" I asked.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Lost in that heavy snow and everything,"

"Cut the act and just get to the point!" I snapped at him, a little harsher then I expected.

"MOM! Simon's being mean to me!" The brat yelled at the top of his lungs.

Maxwell gave me the evil eye and stuck out his tongue. We waited for a few seconds before we heard loud foot steps. My Aunt Becky ran into my room and picked up Maxwell. Maxwell made this big act to make it look like I had "hurt" his feelings.

"Mommy, I c-came up here-e to check on S-simon and he y-yelled at me,"

"SIMON SEVILLE! Why on earth would you yell at your cousin just because he wanted to make sure you were all right? He was so worried about you. Every 5 minutes he would come up to me and ask if you were going to be okay…" After that I zoned out because all she did was ramble on and on about nothing I cared about.

"So would you apologies to my son?" She asked me in a sassy voice.

"Sorry Maxwell, not," I muttered the last part under my breath.

After that she took her son down stairs to play with the other kids. I sure my aunt will tell Dave all about what I did. I hate Maxwell so much! I decided to stay in my room for the rest of the night. At around 6:14is Dave called everyone to dinner. I came down for 5 minutes and went back up stairs and went to bed.

First chapter done! Like I said, this has been in my head too long, so that's why I'm not waiting till Christmas.

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