Author's Note: Sorry if it stinks. My first Fanfiction. Flames are okay but please don't be too harsh.
"Roger! Come here, it's time to open your presents," Mrs. Davis called.
A seven year old Roger ran into a relatively small living room with a scarcely decorated tree. Underneath the tree were one fairly large box and one box that was a medium square size. There were also two small boxes wrapped in construction paper with a child's drawing on each.
"Mommy! I want you and Daddy to open your presents first!" the small tyke said proudly.
"Well Daddy, what do you think?" Mrs. Davis asked her husband.
"Sounds like a good idea to me, let's go ahead," agreed Mr. Davis.
With that Mr. Davis picked up both packages and admired the artwork on them. One had a stick figure with a triangle dress on and was labeled "Mommy" and the other package had a male stick figure on it and was labeled "Daddy."
"What creative packaging, Roger!" Mrs. Davis doted.
"They're abstwact," the small blond boy said. "Well open them!"
The parents opened their respected boxes and found a personalized gift for each of them. Mrs. Davis pulled out a macaroni necklace and five of noodles had a letter written out. In total they spelled out "MOMMY." Mr. Davis pulled out a small felt tie magnet. It read "DADDY."
"What a pretty necklace, Roger! Thank you!" Mrs. Davis said and gave her son a kiss on the cheek.
"And thank you for the magnet, Roger! I'll put it on the fridge after you open your present," Mr. Davis said.
"Ooooooo, I almost forgot I got a present too!" Roger almost jumped out of his shoes.
Roger dashed to the tree and pulled the large box onto the couch. He ripped off the paper and tore open the box.
"WOW! A guitar! Did my music teacher tell you I was learning to play or did you read my letter to Santa?" Roger questioned his parents.
"Open the next one," they encouraged.
The small boy went over and took the smaller square package afterward. He pulled off the wrapping paper and found a box and a music book. He opened the box and found a speaker like creation.
"What is it?" a confused Roger asked.
"It's an amp for your new guitar," his father replied.
"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHH! I get it!" Roger said proudly.
Roger opened the book and attempted to read the name of the first song.
"Mooseetas Walts," he said after a while.
