Here's a short story, lightly very lightly based off "A Christmas Story" a movie I love, and am watching right now for the marathon. Anyway, Also using the Fox quints. I had to make up some names for 3/5 of them only Pam and Stevie had names. I hope you like. I want to wish you all a Merry Christmas and thanks for reading these stories, if you are wondering about days after Christmas, well they are kind of Christmas right? So they're will be a few more stories, maybe a New Year's story, before wrapping up. Once again, Merry Christmas!
Story 19: A Fox Christmas Story
Prompt/Premise: Lightly based on "A Christmas Story" Pam Fox wants a B.B gun / short story.
She poured herself reading the advertisements, she drooled at store windows looking at the item, her mind was focused it so much, she wrote an essay about it. Pam Fox was one a set of five children, they were quintuplets. She was the only girl of the five children, not that meant anything. She had brown hair like her brothers, it was just longer and two curly puff balls for pigtails. Her ears were pierced. She wore a pink vest over a white top, blue jeans, and pink boots. Most of this were for her parents' benefit, pink wasn't her favorite color, it was a color her parents picked for her because they color coded all their children. The next eldest's, Stevie's, color was white, next was Tyler he wore red, Xander wore green, and Zach was blue. Her shirts were normally white, but she could do any color, just had to have pink with it. She and her brothers were what some would say were extreme, they liked playing rough, and rough games were there thing. Wrestling, hockey, boxing, what have you. So, what Pam wanted for Christmas wasn't a surprise.
"What would you like for Christmas?" her mother asked her, one December morning.
"I'd like a Red Ryder B.B gun," she replied, as if it was a natural response.
"No, you'll shoot your eye out," her mother would reply.
"Cool, would she get an eye patch?" Tyler asked.
"I want an eye patch; can she shoot my eye out?" Zach asked.
"Get ready for school," was all the woman could reply.
The nine-year-old set her mind on really wanting a B.B gun for Christmas. She thought of fighting off criminals who dare think to attack the Fox house. She wrote a paper on it, but the grade she achieved was only a C+. She felt bad, she didn't think the writing was a little bad and needed improvement, she literally thought that her teacher was against the idea of getting what she wanted for Christmas. Then she got the idea to ask Santa Claus.
"Ho, Ho, Ho; what do you want?" this Santa wasn't a very personable Santa.
"I.. I don't know," she said.
It was like her mind was erased.
"How about a nice doll," he said.
"Yeah a doll," she replied.
When Santa rolled his eyes and wanted to hurry along the process, he picked her up and moved to the slide and pushed her down, but she had remembered and clung to top.
"I hate dolls! I want a Red Ryder B.B gun," she said.
"You'll shoot your eye, out," Santa said as he pushed her down the slide.
All the events and days led to the big day itself, she woke up and looked out the window at the beautiful new coat of snow on the ground and trees. She woke up her brothers and trudge ran down the stairs. Pam looked around to see if there was a present that looked like it could be a gun. Through, the large number of gifts they tore through them all. She was happy to get most of them but was slightly disappointed that her dream didn't come true.
"Mom, Aunt Millie did it again, "Tyler said.
The great-aunt on the mother's side seemed to always make the mistake that all the quintuplets were girls. She had given each of the kids, princess dresses; she did remember the color scheme for each child, on the other hand. Mrs. Fox may have tried subtlety tried telling her aunt that she was mistaken, but she never outright told her.
"Don't worry, you don't have to wear them," Mr. Fox said.
The quints, had fallen asleep on the floor, minus Pam who had rested her head on her father's lap.
"Did you have a good Christmas?" her mother asked.
"Yeah," she said.
"Did you get everything you want?" her father asked.
"Sort of," she replied.
"Sort of? Well that's how thing are, maybe next year," he replied.
"Yeah," she replied.
"Hey what's that over there?" he asked.
She popped her head up and looked.
"What's where?" she asked.
"Over there by the closet door," he asked.
She got up and walked to the door. There was a gift, and it was for her. She tore open the paper and saw. Yes, her dream had come true! She had gotten a B.B gun.
"Where'd that come from?" Her mother asked her father.
"Oh, Santa brought it," her father said.
"Really?" she asked.
"I had one when I was kid," he said.
"Can I play with it?" Pam asked.
"Fine, put on your coat and boots, and go outside, and be careful," he mother said.
She went outside, her father had a big grin on his face as he watched her pretend, she was playing cops and robbers. It was her favorite gift in the history of gifts. Many years later, she still keeps it and plays with it every once in a while.