Correct. His perspective from my perspective.
Aight, well I just finished and submitted a rather cliche story to the short story contest. I might as well post it here, between part 6 and 7 of the moidah mystery.
The Magic of Christmas Magic
A "clunk" sound came from downstairs. Almost as if someone had dropped a sack of potatoes over a precipice.
Young Avicus stirred,his short hair a tangled mess of curls from the pillow. You could still see the sleep in his small green eyes. Hazy thoughts drifted through his mind. He couldn't quite put them together or realize what,precisely,was going on.
But it occurred to him. "A... a holiday... Thanksgiving? Arbor Day? No,that's not it." At that moment,it dawned on Avicus. "Christmas? Christmas!"
A rush of energy spurred him to jump out of bed. He clambered over the toys, books, journals and other miscellaneous items strewn over the floor of his room. He reached out to grasp the door handle,but he turned around and gazed out the window. Dawn hadn't even cracked yet. Why would someone be downstairs?
Now,one would think that Avicus,still being early on in his life,would turn to the thought that Santa Claus was downstairs,depositing gifts under a festively decorated pine tree.
One would be wrong.
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The young boy was raised by his parents differently than other children. His paternal figure was crushed upon discovering that Ol' Saint Nick didn't exist. Naturally,he didn't want his only son to suffer the same kind of disappointment as him. In fact,as soon as Avicus was able to read,Father told him the truth about many of the common legends and faerie tales that children dwelled upon for hope,excitement and whimsy.
Avicus's mother objected,saying "Let him be a child! Don't you remember the magic that you felt in the air every Christmas eve? That slim chance that you would catch a glimpse of Santa?"
Father chuckled,saying "Don't you remember what it was like when you found out he wasn't real?"
A silence hung in the air.
***
Curious as to what the strange "Thump" downstairs was,Avicus scrambled downstairs,nearly tripping on several occasions. "Maybe it is Father,putting presents under the tree! Or Mother,already getting started on cooking the Turkey!" Either way,he was excited for both the smell of the traditional holiday fowl and looking at the pleasantly decorated and colourful gifts!
He was already counting to himself how many presents he received before he even reached the lobby. But as he did so,he heard grunting, paper rustling,other foreign noises such as strange bells ringing out or a clomping noise which sounded as though it came from above.
"Reindeer? Sleigh bells," he thought. "No! Santa Clause isn't real." He rounded the corridor of the hall way and silently peered around the corner into the living room.
He spotted a large and rather round (almost elliptical,due to his height) figure,fully clad in red and white robes,struggling to get out of the fireplace.
"Wait... the fireplace? S-Santa Clause? It's not possible."
The figure pulled out an immense sack,filled to the brim with toys and plushy animals. "It really IS Santa. Father was wrong? ...Or... lied?"
Avicus did nothing but stare in awe,wanting to approach the jolly old man and query him,but too awestricken to even do so. All he did was observe Santa place a single,golden present under the tree. That was it. A single present.
But it was enough from the magical fat man,who could supposedly fly all over the world in the blink of an eye. No wonder Father was skeptical. The young one wanted a closer look at the single gift,and leaned in,but his left foot lost its footing and he slipped,making a clamour as he did.
The dubious Santa Clause's head shot up and turned around. Avicus stood there,mouth agape.
Santa gave smiled at him and did nothing else. But as the corners of his mouth curled into a smile,so did Avicus's. Santa slung the magical bag of infinite toys over his left shoulder and mussed up Avicus's short,fluffy hair with his hand before climbing up the chimney.
Once again,the young child stood there at the base of the stares,mouth agape. This time,however,the corners of his mouth were upturned in an amazed smile. He heard a light switch click and saw a ceiling light flicker on,and Mother made her way downstairs,donning a robe. Her eyes weren't even open yet,and she barely seemed conscious to her surroundings.
"Honey... why on Earth are you awake at this hour?" It came out an unenthusiastic rasp.
His thoughts came before his mouth could articulate them correctly. "I heard a noise and I came downstairs and I saw presents,but,oh,one was from Santa,but before that I heard bells and messed up my hair he smiled at me after he saw me and... and... and... Lookit!" He gestured to the tiny,gold present beneath the tree. "Santa brought me that!"
Mother smiled. "Avicus... I think you've been sleepwalking. Come one,go to bed."
"No,I swear he was here mother!"
"You know very well Santa isn't real,honey. Come,go to bed now. It's very late."
Little Avicus opened his mouth to protest,but instead just hung his head low and trudged upstairs to his room. As he did so,he began to smile again. He muttered to himself,"Santa is real!"
But as the door to his room clicked closed,Father silently opened the front door.
And what was he wearing? Red velvet robes. "You were right," he remarked. "Children do need magic in their lives."
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Cliche, maybe. No matter, I hope.
And excuse any mistakes. I was tired when I was writing it. >.<
