a very blakely christmas
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A Very Blakely Christmas
Author: Jamie Ott
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A Very Blakely Christmas
It seemed like it couldn’t be the best
Christmas of Blakely’s dreams.
“Eedle bops and doodle drops, and
cosmic taxi streams,” he sighed, leaning his
forehead against the cold, partly fogged,
window.
Snow was falling, and sleet was
pelting, and beams of light streaked, for
miles, down the street.
The air was alight by the moon and
stars, making large hazy poofs where, once,
there was none.
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The sky was frosted and the ground
was blanketed; the fire was roaring, and hisfamily - “Sigh” - , was so boring.
They were celebrating in the living
room.
Singing songs and being chums, andstuffing their faces with fare, in fun.
Not Blakely, oh no, he was watching
the fog as it passed by his window.
Not that he had much to be ungrateful
for, but he would have liked to have had alittle bit more.
Something adventurous, and perhaps
something fun!
Maybe a night on Santa’s sled; he’d
love to go for a run!
“Blakely! Don’t you wanna come and
play?
Momma’s got a new hippo-fishing
game!”
At the door stood, his cousin, Marcus.
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Not that Marcus was totally bad, butBlakely was tired and extremely mad.
He was sick of never knowing
anything, which is why he demanded his
parents do, for him, that Christmas, just one
thing:
Take him to the North Pole, so he
could see the Christmas mystery.
With these thoughts in mind, he
turned and he said, “I don’t want to play! I
just want to go to bed!”
Surely he was bad for being like that
on Christmas Eve, but he’d told his parents
before, and they just didn’t believe!
He needed proof.
Yes!
He needed to see the reindeer, the
elves, and Santa Claus on Christmas Eve; the
most magical night of the year.
Blakely loved having Christmas cheer
with gifts and treats, and family fun.
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But unless he got to meet SantaClaus, right away, there was no way he could
enjoy such play.
Looking out the window, at the white
and yellow cosmic taxi streams, he noticed
little bits of flurry swirling up and down thestreet.
Like dirt devils in the middle of
winter, wind was whirling making the water
on the street ripple.
Narrowing his eyes, he tried to seemore clearly what it was that made the
doodle drops dance in the street so
animatedly.
Looking through binoculars, Blakely
saw something in the cosmic taxi streams:
Little tiny busy bodies riding along
the beams with bundles on their backs,
striding little four legged things.
He couldn’t see too clearly, with
eedle bops and doodle drops obscuring.
Something else caught his attention.
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Little footprints in the street andsnow, one by one, made their way up to the
window.
Up that close, he couldn’t see how
close the footprints in the eedle bops got to
be.
Something with eyes as yellow as
garland on a Christmas tree popped up its
head and frightened Blakely.
Falling backward, with a loud thump,
the breath was knocked out of him, and onhis rump a lump.
Frozen in stillness, he remained
where he was and wondered where the
yellow eyes, he’d seen, had gone.
Up, in the window, more eyes
appeared, again, bright and glowing, and
curiously real.
These eyes were different, though,
and strange; these eyes were red and made
him afraid.
Carefully, he walked to his closet.
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He kept his eyes on the window, as hereached inside and grabbed his baseball bat.
When quick as a flash, the window
was up, and inside, they came, dripping in
muck.
Bat at the ready, and Blakely,
unsteady, he shouted, “Who are you?”
“My name is Cris,” said first one who
was skinny yet robust.
Blakely noticed his partner had a pointy nose and a tiny little pot-belly gut.
“My name is Mot and we’ve come for
you.
We’ll take you to Santa’s workshop,
and see how you do.”
If you work hard and spread
Christmas cheer, we’ll show you the mystery
that Santa holds dear.”
Now take my hand,” said little Mot,which Blakely did and aptly shrunk.
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“What did you do to me?”
“We had to shrink you, you see.
Now come on,” and he hopped out of
the window.
Suspiciously, Blakely followed themdown the street; over to the lights that
streaked up the street.
“Now take my hand, once again.
Hold on tight, and pay attention my
friend.”
Blakely held on tight to Mot, as he
was instructed.
In between Cris and Mot, whom he
watched as they thrust their bodies onto a
yellow beam, and Blakely screamed “ah
haha,” and “wee!”
At the speed of light, they traveled so
fast, passed buildings and large snow masses.
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All around them, Blakely could see,
Elven men on horses with packages, travelingwith speed.
Like moving inside a high class laser
beam, bright orange-white light, around
them, was all he could see.
Suddenly the scene turned to the
thickest snow, and they continued on until
they reached someplace that was frozen
below zero.
Gingerly, Cris stuck out a toe, and he
disappeared to one side.
Mot stuck out his toe, to the other
side, and yanked Blakely off of the roller
coaster-like ride.
In the middle of a frozen town, they
stood; it looked like a hundred gingerbread
houses decorated with food goods.
All the houses must have been real,
for the air was a-spiced with ginger meal.
Smelling the peppermint redolenceair, he was delightfully heady with each deep
inhale.
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Gingerbread men stood behind fencesgrinning with marshmallow teeth and lips of
molasses.
Blakely walked over to the
marshmallow snowman that stood off to the
side of the street, pulled off its licorice noseand, blissfully, began to eat.
Mot got angry and cried at the sight,
“Do that again, and thrash you, I might!”
Every single door had a peppermint
leaves wreath, and candy cane fences, stripedred and white, with lamps that dangled,
giving off light.
Cris and Mot lead him to the biggest
house on the street, it was made of hard
candy; it smelled delicious and sweet.
Inside smelled just as sweet as out,
making his stomach rumble aloud.
From somewhere, inside, chocolate
wafted about.
His mouth started watering like a
fount.
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All he wanted, without a doubt, wasto eat, eat, eat, nothing but sweets.
As if reading his thoughts, the elf said
to Blakely, “You can eat later, but, right now,
Santa wants you working.”
They took him to Santa, to whom he
asked, “Why am I here?”
“Well didn’t you ask?
I got your letter saying you wanted to
come.
You’ve been a real good boy, except
for tonight.
Still, I thought it important to give
you something you’d remember for life.
Here you see proof of me, proof Elves
and magic, so let it be.
Now you’ll get to prove whether you
deserve to see the Christmas mystery.”
Go through these lists and find me
three boys who deserve toys.
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Also three girls who deserve toys themost, and be quick about it; you’ve got three
hours, at most.”
Blakely sat at the desk and looked
down at an enormous mess.
There had to be a million boys and
girls who were, comparatively, the best: boys
and girls who deserved toys more than the
rest.
After sifting through many names, he
couldn’t decide which ones were great.
There was Bobby from Maine who
wanted a Great Dane; there was Michael
from Harlem who wanted a game; Stewie
from L.A. who wanted new skates; Susie
from Massachusetts who wanted new Mary
Janes; Marcie from Pennsylvania who
wanted a horse she could race; Darcy from
Florida who wanted orange braces.
All seemed reasonable, to Blakely.
He set them aside and consideredthem likely.
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But then he pulled a little profile of a
boy whose mother had a new baby, and hisfather was unemployed.
What he wanted for Christmas, was
this, presents for his mom and dad, and
anyone like him.
What impressed Blakely the most,
about the boy, was his first wish was
happiness for those without joy.
His name was Jesse and he was a
hopeful type.
Blakely thought it was important to
support his kind.
Then there was Sally who wished she
could have the holes in her shoes filled
before her next class.
The girls made fun of her and the
boys laughed.
How could he not choose a girl such
as that?
Mac lived in an orphanage home; he
wanted a family and to, no longer, be alone.
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Sarah wanted her father back from thewar.
Rob was sick and wanted to be
healthily, restored.
Maggie wanted her parents to stopfighting, they were always so mad, and her
mom always crying.
Although the requests were not
always toys, Blakely believed the children
showed poise.
He didn’t know if Santa could deliver,
but these kids needed cheer, now, more than
ever.
After he’d done, Blakely looked at the
clock, it read 1 am, he said, “Oh my gosh!
My parents will kill me!
I must go home!”
He picked up his choices and went to
find Santa, but he had already gone to deliver more toys.
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The Elves told him to wait, but it was
past late!
The kids needed toys, and he was
gonna make sure they were great.
He ran to the store room and picked
out some gifts, put on his coat and ran to thesnow, stuck in his toe and then he was gone.
Amazing enough, he delivered his
toys, he got home and entered with little
noise.
His family was asleep, his cousinswere gone, and all was still.
Quietly he snuck into his room but,
from behind, there came a loud ruse.
He turned around and what he saw
was Santa Claus petting his dog.
“What are you doing here?
Why did you come? I picked out the
three, each, but you were gone.
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I delivered the gifts, the kids will be
happy. Now you should go because I neednothing.”
Santa stood and smiled wide.
He stroked his beard and said, “You
are wise.The truth is, you don’t need anything
and you have proven that you’re smarter than
you seem.
Now, I hope, you understand the
Christmas mystery is love with an open hand.
Love your family and love your
friends; be their support, when you can.
When you feel you’re getting down,
look around and be grateful.
He lowered his pack and from inside
took out a giant snow globe.
Blakely walked up and accepted his
gift.
He looked deep inside and saw thevillage.
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The houses were alight, and there was
commotion in the street, the elves were partying, Blakely loved to see.
“So now you’ve seen and now you
have proof.
Don’t ever give up,” and he vanishedwith a poof!
He touched glass orb of the globe,
and everything went foggy.
He woke up in his bed, and felt
something beside him.
Pulling back the covers, he saw the
globe, “Eedle Bops and Doodle Drops, and
Cosmic Taxi Streams” etched across the orb.
Holding it up closely, he peered in
and looked, and from within, elves smiled at
him as they looked up.
“Don’t ever forget us,” he heard them
say.
“We’ll always be here on ChristmasDay.”
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