Post by Hadrian D'arcell on Sept 23, 2007 4:10:46 GMT -5
"Santa Klaus, why won't you give me a present?"
"Because you are lazy."
"I'm lazy?"
"Yes, you are."
"How come you're much nicer in fairy tales?"
"This isn't a fairy tale, this is your dream." Santa Klaus cleared his throat and lifted his flabby nose. "Listen, Hadrian. In order for people to get what they wanted, they need to work hard to get it. I will only give presents to those who are industrious enough to earn money."
"I see. So if I work hard to earn money and not depend on my parents, I can easily get what I wanted?" I look at Santa Klaus. Is that really it?
"That's right." From the white, foggy, background of my dream, I see Santa Klaus's feet started to elevate.
"But I still won't give you a present," Santa Klaus said and laughed goodnaturedly as he elevated higher and higher away from me.
"Santa Klaus, wait!" I followed him with my eyes and the second I knew, I was trying to catch up to him. "What do you mean by that? Don't go!" I reached up my hand trying to catch up to him, but he was already too far up.
"Santa Klaus! Come back!!" Santa Klaus then got taken away by a flying hawk and my dream ended.
I opened my eyes and found myself staring at the ceiling. I quickly sat up, seeing a cool 8 year old badass against my mirror. I blinked several times.
"What," I mumbled. The reason why I dreamt about Santa Klaus was probably because my lame seatmate was always reading her Santa Klaus fairy tale books to me everytime---against my will. I really wished she would get lost, but I couldn't believe that her Santa Klaus was real enough to show himself to me.
"I don't get a present?"
His last line bothered me a lot, but that's how I learned that in order to get something I want, I have to work hard for it...And besides that, I learned too that Santa Klaus is a bastard and he should stop giving children nightmares.
I yawned. "I'm going back to sleep." Atleast that fat man in the red suit wouldn't be there anymore.
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"Because you are lazy."
"I'm lazy?"
"Yes, you are."
"How come you're much nicer in fairy tales?"
"This isn't a fairy tale, this is your dream." Santa Klaus cleared his throat and lifted his flabby nose. "Listen, Hadrian. In order for people to get what they wanted, they need to work hard to get it. I will only give presents to those who are industrious enough to earn money."
"I see. So if I work hard to earn money and not depend on my parents, I can easily get what I wanted?" I look at Santa Klaus. Is that really it?
"That's right." From the white, foggy, background of my dream, I see Santa Klaus's feet started to elevate.
"But I still won't give you a present," Santa Klaus said and laughed goodnaturedly as he elevated higher and higher away from me.
"Santa Klaus, wait!" I followed him with my eyes and the second I knew, I was trying to catch up to him. "What do you mean by that? Don't go!" I reached up my hand trying to catch up to him, but he was already too far up.
"Santa Klaus! Come back!!" Santa Klaus then got taken away by a flying hawk and my dream ended.
I opened my eyes and found myself staring at the ceiling. I quickly sat up, seeing a cool 8 year old badass against my mirror. I blinked several times.
"What," I mumbled. The reason why I dreamt about Santa Klaus was probably because my lame seatmate was always reading her Santa Klaus fairy tale books to me everytime---against my will. I really wished she would get lost, but I couldn't believe that her Santa Klaus was real enough to show himself to me.
"I don't get a present?"
His last line bothered me a lot, but that's how I learned that in order to get something I want, I have to work hard for it...And besides that, I learned too that Santa Klaus is a bastard and he should stop giving children nightmares.
I yawned. "I'm going back to sleep." Atleast that fat man in the red suit wouldn't be there anymore.
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