He walked into the castle and brushed off some snow. He picked up his pace as he
started towards his dorm. He sped through the door of the common room and towards his
bed. He unloaded his bag to his trunk at he front of the bed and pulled out some warm, clean
clothes. He made his way towards the bathroom and turned on the shower. There was
steam from the hot water running in the shower. He disrobed and stepped into the shower.
The steaming water felt exhilarating and the scent he had chosen was of high-quality. He
stood in the shower and thought about issues at hand. Any exams before the holidays.
Long-term projects. Money for presents. And he stopped at that thought. Did he really need
to get anyone a present? He really didn't have friends worthy, but he knew of one person
that he wanted more that anything to give a gift. He stepped out of the shower and took a
black towel to dry himself. He dressed in the clothes he had picked out and decided to walk
around the castle since it was a Sunday and he had finished his homework. He picked up his
black trench, sliver scarf, and leather gloves and walked out of his dorm, headed towards
the Great Lake. He planned to sit at the bank for a while and clear his mind. He took his
time and didn't hurry since he had all the time in the world that day, for he had nothing on
his agenda.
He reached the lake and sat on a bench at the edge of the bank and thought. It was
quiet except for a few people walking along the bank with their girlfriends or boyfriends.
He watched a few of them pass him and leave. He closed his eyes and lied down on the bench
with his hands folded as he fantasized. He imagined he was with her. They walked together,
they ate together, they exchanged presents, they laughed, they kissed. Everything he
wanted to do with her. His happiness was disrupted by her laugh. He sat up and looked
around the lake. He saw her, she was with her friends. They were laughing and running
around. How he wished he was with her. But he wasn't, simply because of who he is. He sat
there, watching them. He detested her best friends because they were real do-gooders.
They were stupid and often used her in class for help on work. She deserved better, she
deserved him.
He watched her for hours out there. He saw how her cheeks turned rosy. He saw
how she smiled. He listened to how she laughed. It was so tantalizing. He listened to how
she spoke. Her voice was so angelic. She was finally leaving. She left walking past him and
disappeared from his vision. He could think in peace. As he sat in total silence, he thought of
the one thing he wanted for Christmas. He pulled out a piece of paper and pen which he
found in his trench and began to scribble down words.
Dear Santa,
I know there really is no such thing as Santa, but everyone
is entitled to have one special Christmas. Please let mine be this
year. I know exactly what I want for Christmas. I want the one
girl I love.
333333333333
I signed my letter that I sealed with a kiss
I send it off, just saying this
I know exactly what I want this year
Santa can you hear me?
333333333333
He knew it was stupid to write that, but thought it would help relieve a little stress
that he has been harboring from it. He folded it into a little heart and threw it into the
wind. He saw it fly away and got up to leave. He strode towards the castle and went up the
hill. The little paper heart lied on the snow-covered ground next to a great willow. Little did
he know that someone saw him write it and throw it into the wind. That person picked up
the heart, opened it, and read it. Even thought the letter was not signed or well explained,
that person knew exactly who it was from and what he meant. That person has seen him
watch her and was very curious. This person pulled their black cloak closer and their hood
over their head. They walked stealthily back towards the castle thinking about what they
had read.
started towards his dorm. He sped through the door of the common room and towards his
bed. He unloaded his bag to his trunk at he front of the bed and pulled out some warm, clean
clothes. He made his way towards the bathroom and turned on the shower. There was
steam from the hot water running in the shower. He disrobed and stepped into the shower.
The steaming water felt exhilarating and the scent he had chosen was of high-quality. He
stood in the shower and thought about issues at hand. Any exams before the holidays.
Long-term projects. Money for presents. And he stopped at that thought. Did he really need
to get anyone a present? He really didn't have friends worthy, but he knew of one person
that he wanted more that anything to give a gift. He stepped out of the shower and took a
black towel to dry himself. He dressed in the clothes he had picked out and decided to walk
around the castle since it was a Sunday and he had finished his homework. He picked up his
black trench, sliver scarf, and leather gloves and walked out of his dorm, headed towards
the Great Lake. He planned to sit at the bank for a while and clear his mind. He took his
time and didn't hurry since he had all the time in the world that day, for he had nothing on
his agenda.
He reached the lake and sat on a bench at the edge of the bank and thought. It was
quiet except for a few people walking along the bank with their girlfriends or boyfriends.
He watched a few of them pass him and leave. He closed his eyes and lied down on the bench
with his hands folded as he fantasized. He imagined he was with her. They walked together,
they ate together, they exchanged presents, they laughed, they kissed. Everything he
wanted to do with her. His happiness was disrupted by her laugh. He sat up and looked
around the lake. He saw her, she was with her friends. They were laughing and running
around. How he wished he was with her. But he wasn't, simply because of who he is. He sat
there, watching them. He detested her best friends because they were real do-gooders.
They were stupid and often used her in class for help on work. She deserved better, she
deserved him.
He watched her for hours out there. He saw how her cheeks turned rosy. He saw
how she smiled. He listened to how she laughed. It was so tantalizing. He listened to how
she spoke. Her voice was so angelic. She was finally leaving. She left walking past him and
disappeared from his vision. He could think in peace. As he sat in total silence, he thought of
the one thing he wanted for Christmas. He pulled out a piece of paper and pen which he
found in his trench and began to scribble down words.
Dear Santa,
I know there really is no such thing as Santa, but everyone
is entitled to have one special Christmas. Please let mine be this
year. I know exactly what I want for Christmas. I want the one
girl I love.
333333333333
I signed my letter that I sealed with a kiss
I send it off, just saying this
I know exactly what I want this year
Santa can you hear me?
333333333333
He knew it was stupid to write that, but thought it would help relieve a little stress
that he has been harboring from it. He folded it into a little heart and threw it into the
wind. He saw it fly away and got up to leave. He strode towards the castle and went up the
hill. The little paper heart lied on the snow-covered ground next to a great willow. Little did
he know that someone saw him write it and throw it into the wind. That person picked up
the heart, opened it, and read it. Even thought the letter was not signed or well explained,
that person knew exactly who it was from and what he meant. That person has seen him
watch her and was very curious. This person pulled their black cloak closer and their hood
over their head. They walked stealthily back towards the castle thinking about what they
had read.