The Bicycle (part 1 of 6)

WordWulf By WordWulf, 10th Dec 2010 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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An 8-year-old boy's letter to Santa Claus, his mother visiting his room after he goes to sleep to put out cookies for the Christmas eve visitor.


Dear Santa,

I’m too old to be writin’ you these letters. Truth is, I’ll be 9 in a few months and I been thinkin’ for awhile that you ain’t real. But just in case you are there’s this cool chopper bike at Wal~Mart I’d like to have. My l’il sister Lily wants a Cabbage Patch doll (she likes cat things too and race cars). She’s 7. My brother Louie is 6. Louie’s just about crazy for fire trucks. The smallest of the Lanes is baby Lisa. She’s 1 and a half. She likes those ol’ dolls with the blinky eyes (sometimes she pokes ‘em out).

Like I said before, if you’re too busy or you ain’t real just forget about this letter. I’m gettin’ so old it’s probly the last one you’ll get from me. Seems to me like good ‘n bad don’t have as much to do with presents as Daddy’s job. When he has work you always bring lots o’ stuff. When he don’t you don’t.

Santa he ain’t been workin’ much at all this year. His foot got hurt and he started takin’ pills then the doctor wouldn’t give him no more but it still hurt a lot. Well he started drinkin’ whiskey and beer and him and Mommy took to fightin’ all the time. She cries a lot and that makes my l’il brother and sisters cry. I try to wait and do it by myself when nobody can see me. If you pray Santa could you say one for Larry and Laurie and Lonnie (that’s me) and Lily and Louie and baby Lisa? Yeah that’s us the L Family. Kids in school use to tease me ‘bout the L’s and I’d get mad at Mommy and Daddy for namin’ the whole Family like that. Lately I been writin’ our names down in a row over ‘n over and now I think maybe it’s kinda neat that they got together and decided to have all us l’il L’s.

And that’s my real wish Santa. That Mommy ‘n Daddy’ll be like they use to. Never mind the bike and toys. Maybe if you’re real you could get together with God or somethin’ and sort o’ teach ‘em to smile again like they use to at each other and us kids. I know it sounds sappy and I use to hide my eyes when I was a kid so I didn’t have to watch ‘em makin’ eyes at each other and kissin’ ‘n stuff.

Well, I’ll let you go for now. You probly won’t hear from me no more since I’m gettin’ so old now.

Your Friend
(if you’re real or not)
Lonnie Lane

Laurie waited until after ten o’clock just like she had each Christmas for the past eight years. She went to the Children’s rooms, nibbled at the snacks and sipped the juice they left out for Santa. Her hand trembled a bit as she wrote, “Ho! Ho! Ho! See you next year! Be good boys and girls!” on the backside of some leftover Christmas wrap. She wiped a tear from her cheek as she picked up Lonnie’s letter to Santa and replaced it with her Santa reply. This was the thinnest Christmas ever, barebones and nothing left over. She’d managed to scrimp and save to buy gifts for each of the younger Children but the bicycle Lonnie longed for, any bike for that matter, just plain cost too much… if only Larry could find work.

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Children, Christmas Story, Creative Writing

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I write novels, poetry, songs,nonsense & lies. Sometimes truth sneaks in when I ain't lookin'.

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author avatar Denise O
14th Dec 2010 (#)

Good read. I look forward to reading more of your work.
Thank you for sharing.:)

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