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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
A young boy is alone in the world, and a stranger he meets along his journey gives him the most perfect, unexpected gift he could ever wish for on Christmas.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014
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A Wanderer's Christmas
To John Davis, my American Literature teacher, who assigned my class to write a short story for the school newspaper's writing competition. I won first place with this. Thank you.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichMerry Christmas
My name is Bryan. I am thirteen years old, and I am homeless. I have no family, nor friends. The town that I am passing through is dark and lonely and cold. There does not seem to be many people residing in the run-down, shackled huts that line each side of the narrow dirt road. I have no idea where I am, what town, state, country.
Hunger pains stab angrily at my stomach, my clothes are torn and ragged, I have not showered in weeks, and snow is beginning to fall from the darkening sky.
Miserable and bitter, I shrug along the side of the road until a tall man on a black horse rides past, yelling “Merry Christmas!” at the top of his lungs.
Eagerly, children begin rushing out of the huts to stop at the man’s feet. He slides off the horse and unties a large, heavy-looking sack from the saddle.
Curious, I redirect my steps and move closer to see what is going on. The strange man, with a dark beard and round belly, pulls out a stuffed teddy bear from the bag and hands it to the youngest child standing in the front, a young girl of about four years.
“Thank you.” She whispers and runs off to her mother, a tall, frail woman who is waiting patiently by the front door of her home. The woman wraps her arms around her daughter and nods gratefully to the man handing out presents. He smiles in return.
When the bag is empty, the children rush ecstatically home, and I remain feeling sorrowful and envious.
A small boy, no older than six, stumbles up to the man and tugs gently at his shirt.
“Yes?” The stranger asks.
“What about me?” The boy sniffles. “I didn’t get anything."
