A Childish Christmas

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A child hears noises on Christmas Eve. He walks downstairs to find TV show characters from his childhood. And that's where his adventures start.

A Childish Christmas

An original short story by JT Quest

 

It was Christmas Eve and I was way too excited to sleep. Until I fell off my bed which caused me to hit my head on my nightstand knocking me out cold. Then I was able to sleep. A couple of long, tedious hours of sleep later I jerked awake to a loud crashing sound. I crept out of my room and started walking slowly towards the stairs. On my third step down the stairs I slipped on my brother’s Hotwheels car which sent me crashing down the stairs. I looked towards the living room where the Christmas tree was. I saw Santa with his back towards me moving a large present across the room. I gently tapped him on the shoulder and he quickly spun around. But it wasn’t Santa. It was Big Bird from Sesame Street.

Big Bird and I exchanged perplexed looks. I then heard some strange noises coming from behind the couch. I turned to look at the couch to find the vivid colors of the rest of the Sesame Street gang. Their countenances changed from confused to radiant. That was when I heard a ringing noise from outside. I looked out the window hoping to see Santa’s sleigh but instead saw a red neighborhood trolley. The door flew open and in came Bob Ross, Mr. Rogers, and Daniel Tiger.

I was very excited to see my childhood in front of me until I realized how much I hated Daniel Tiger. I grabbed him by his little red hood and dragged him outside and kicked him into the sky over many houses just like a football player would punt a football. “You can’t beat the classics!” I shouted after him. I walked back inside only to see the peculiar sight of Barney the Dinosaur singing his theme song. The events of that night were a lot to take in.

I thought I might as well open some presents. There was only one colossal present that was larger than the Christmas tree. I started unwrapping it trying to ignore Barney singing when suddenly the top of the massive present exploded off revealing four characters of my favorite childhood show. The Teletubbies. I slowly walked back to get a better look at all of my childhood memories. That was when they all started furiously running towards me shouting angry threats.

Apparently they were all angry about how I stopped watching them as I got older. I was expecting a world of pain when I suddenly woke up. “Get up so we can open presents!” My mother said hovering over me. But I was too tired to get out of bed. As I sleepily tried to get out of bed I fell and hit my head on the nightstand once again. I fell into a deep sleep. But that’s another story.


Submitted: September 11, 2015

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