I had originally planned doing this for A Choice, with the song sort of depicting what happened, but I decided not to. So, picture this as any couple/ people you want, whether they’re form the story, your own, or whoever. Merry Christmas!
I do not own the song, nor (most likely) the plot.
~*~
Two friends; nothing more, nothing less. One, who had never had snow in her natal memories before, and the other, who had lived with white Christmases most of his life. This is a story of friendship, laughter, a hint of love, and a few memories being made.
~*~
Sleigh bells ring, are you listening?
In the lane, snow is glistening.
It’s a beautiful sight, we’re happy tonight,
Walking in a Winter Wonderland.
He was sitting at his cozinha table, coffee cup in hand. The phone rang; it was her. His coração almost skipped a beat as he answered it. “’Sup.”
“Come outside. Right now. Right out your door. Come on. Look. It’s really important.” He could hear the happiness and glee in her voice. Why shouldn’t she be happy? There was snow. It was Christmas. She’d never had snow on Christmas.
“Ugh,” He groaned. “Okay. Be out in a minute.”
He didn’t even bother with getting dressed. Just headed outside in his flannel pajamas. What he saw at first didn’t shock him: Snow, covering everything in a blanket of white, soft, silent fluff, still coming down in light little flakes.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something bright red move; before he could react, a freezing snowball hit the side of his face, breaking up to trickle down his neck. He shivered, then smiled.
“What was that for?” He called out to her, now fully awake. From her spot behind the mailbox, he could see her grin.
“It’s snow! There’s snow! I couldn’t help it!” She let out a sort of squeal, then flopped backward onto her back, waving her arms and legs to make a snow angel. Now, it wasn’t that she’d never seen snow before: it just wasn’t on Christmas. There was something about waking up and looking out the window to see everything covered in white that made her so cheery.
“And that required you to wake me up, then pommel me with a snowball?” He inquired, all the while grinning.
She looked up from her place on the ground. “Yep! Now go get dressed, I’m going to enjoy my first white natal with you.” She stood up and started to try (and slightly fail) at making a snowman. He looked over at her yard, a few houses down from his, and saw that her yard was already littered with snow angels, piles of snow that resembled snowmen, and what seemed to be a snow fort. She walked up to his front steps, cheeks rosy from the cold. She followed him inside and made herself at home, something she’d grown to doing over the past year. He shook out his hair, scattering drops of water everywhere, mostly on her. She squealed, and he grinned.
“That’s what you get for the snowball.” She stuck her tongue out at him, and he mimicked her. He left down the hallway. After finishing his forgotten coffee, having a quick shower, and grabbing a thick coat, they were ready to head out.
As they were heading down the street, laughing and joking, she suddenly stopped. “I forgot my camera. Be right back!” She hurried back to her house, not walking, not running, but prancing
through the snow. He could see her bobbing up and down on her steps as she tried to unlock her door with thick gloves on. At the very back of his mind, he could feel himself starting to amor her even more, but pushed those thoughts away.
Soon she was standing seguinte to him, camera at the ready, and thus began her first White Christmas.
Gone away is the bluebird,
Here to stay is the newbird.
Who sings a amor song as we go along,
Walking in a winter wonderland.
She was snapping pictures of everything, from a house with ‘beautiful lights’, to a power line with icicles drooping from it, to a little bird who was sitting on a snow covered branch, cantar shamelessly to its own tune. In fact, she took about five pictures of the bird. It made him smile, watching her smile as she squinted behind the lens, snapping away.
In the meadow we can build a snowman…
…He’ll say “Are you married?” We’ll say “No, man…”
They’d walked around most of town, and stopped at the local park, where she dragged him all around it, looking or the ‘perfect spot’, as she’d phrased it.
“I need a spot that hasn’t been disrupted but footprints, or stray snowballs, or snow angels.” He asked what for, but she wouldn’t tell him. He’d muttered something about them walking over all the ‘perfect spots’, and she playfully slugged him in the arm.
After a few mais minutos of walking around the park, she finally stopped and smiled up at him. “We’re going to build a snowman.” She instantly got down on her knees and started to bunch snow together, forming what would be the base. He sat back and watched her, amused at her frenzy, packing the snow together then sculpting some off to try and make the perfect sphere. When she tried to make another one and stack it on topo, início of the first, it fell off, and she frowned at it. A very cute frown, he thought. Practically adorable.
She tilted her head back until she was looking at him upside-down. “Help?” She smiled and he chuckled, scooting closer to the pile of snow.
After showing her how to ‘properly’ form a base, they both formed the middle section, rolling it around and over until they had a nice almost-sphere. They placed it on topo, início of the base, and they both grinned, her at the snowman in progress, and him at her.
“Hey, you want to go get some twigs and rocks,
for the eyes and all that stuff? I’ll finish the head.” He offered. She agreed, running off to procurar for the best twigs, stones, and everything else needed to make a complete snowman. Long after he was finished making the head and placing it on the body, she was still gone. He found her behind one of the trees, holding up two twigs.
“Which ones do you think looks mais like this one?” She asked, pointing to a stick lying in front of her, “Twig number one, or twig number two?” holding up each twig. Only she would spend ten minutos debating which stick to use for an arm. He thought, amused. Reaching for one, he inspected it, then the other. They both looked the same to him. Randomly chucking one over his shoulder, he handed her the other one. “This one, definitely.” She smiled ,all happiness, and skipped back to where the snowman was, placing the twigs and stones in their rightful places.
They both stood back for their creation, studying it carefully. She pulled out her camera, snapping another picture, grinning.
They found a bench and sat, his arm resting lightly around her shoulder. She tilted her head back, trying to catch snowflakes on her tongue, and he did the same, trying not to laugh too hard. It had been years since he’d done that.
An old couple walked por the bench, enjoying the scenery like others. The woman’s gaze rested on the pair, and she lightly sighed, smiling. “Young couples,” the man commented, and cuddled his wife closer to him. The young man’s head yanked back up at the comment, as did the girl’s.
“Oh, no, we’re not married or anything,” she said, smiling. Well, not yet, something whispered in his mind, and he reeled, shaking his head. Where did that come from? “Just friends.”
He felt his coração sink at her comment some. But that decrease vanished when she looked over and smiled at him.
~*~
Later on, we’ll conspire,
As we dream por the fire.
To face unafraid the plans that we’d made,
Walking in a Winter wonderland.
After walking around for a while more, he was able to forget his thoughts about her. Right now, they were just friends, and that’s all they needed to be right now.
They were in her house, sitting in front of the gas fireplace, wrapped up in blankets with mugs of hot chocolate. She sat, all folded up and hunched over her mug, looking like one big pile of blankets. He took a gulp of the steamy liquid, and gave a sound of approval. She did likewise, and it went on like this until both of their drinks were finished. They talked and they laughed. It wasn’t until later in the evening that he realized something.
“You haven’t had a snowball fight yet.”
“I have too!” She interjected.
Grinning, he said, “Not today, though. What, are you scared of a little snow?” in a light taunt.
Her face turned serious.
“Oh, it’s on.”
She sprang up and ran out of her door, grabbing her coats and gloves on the way out before he knew what was happening. Quickly catching on, he got up and grabbed his stuff also, heading outside. Right where she was waiting, snowball at the ready.
He felt the ball of packed snow hit his face, much like it had this morning. He leaned down, grinning as he started packing his own ammunition.
That was how the rest of their evening was spent: making forts and having snowball fights that stretched from her yard to his, even all over the street.
When it came to parting ways, he walked with her up to her steps. She turned and hugged him, and he hugged her back; no more, no less.
“Thank you for giving me an awesome white Christmas.”
And thus was ended her first white Christmas.
~*~
I do not own the song, nor (most likely) the plot.
~*~
Two friends; nothing more, nothing less. One, who had never had snow in her natal memories before, and the other, who had lived with white Christmases most of his life. This is a story of friendship, laughter, a hint of love, and a few memories being made.
~*~
Sleigh bells ring, are you listening?
In the lane, snow is glistening.
It’s a beautiful sight, we’re happy tonight,
Walking in a Winter Wonderland.
He was sitting at his cozinha table, coffee cup in hand. The phone rang; it was her. His coração almost skipped a beat as he answered it. “’Sup.”
“Come outside. Right now. Right out your door. Come on. Look. It’s really important.” He could hear the happiness and glee in her voice. Why shouldn’t she be happy? There was snow. It was Christmas. She’d never had snow on Christmas.
“Ugh,” He groaned. “Okay. Be out in a minute.”
He didn’t even bother with getting dressed. Just headed outside in his flannel pajamas. What he saw at first didn’t shock him: Snow, covering everything in a blanket of white, soft, silent fluff, still coming down in light little flakes.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something bright red move; before he could react, a freezing snowball hit the side of his face, breaking up to trickle down his neck. He shivered, then smiled.
“What was that for?” He called out to her, now fully awake. From her spot behind the mailbox, he could see her grin.
“It’s snow! There’s snow! I couldn’t help it!” She let out a sort of squeal, then flopped backward onto her back, waving her arms and legs to make a snow angel. Now, it wasn’t that she’d never seen snow before: it just wasn’t on Christmas. There was something about waking up and looking out the window to see everything covered in white that made her so cheery.
“And that required you to wake me up, then pommel me with a snowball?” He inquired, all the while grinning.
She looked up from her place on the ground. “Yep! Now go get dressed, I’m going to enjoy my first white natal with you.” She stood up and started to try (and slightly fail) at making a snowman. He looked over at her yard, a few houses down from his, and saw that her yard was already littered with snow angels, piles of snow that resembled snowmen, and what seemed to be a snow fort. She walked up to his front steps, cheeks rosy from the cold. She followed him inside and made herself at home, something she’d grown to doing over the past year. He shook out his hair, scattering drops of water everywhere, mostly on her. She squealed, and he grinned.
“That’s what you get for the snowball.” She stuck her tongue out at him, and he mimicked her. He left down the hallway. After finishing his forgotten coffee, having a quick shower, and grabbing a thick coat, they were ready to head out.
As they were heading down the street, laughing and joking, she suddenly stopped. “I forgot my camera. Be right back!” She hurried back to her house, not walking, not running, but prancing
through the snow. He could see her bobbing up and down on her steps as she tried to unlock her door with thick gloves on. At the very back of his mind, he could feel himself starting to amor her even more, but pushed those thoughts away.
Soon she was standing seguinte to him, camera at the ready, and thus began her first White Christmas.
Gone away is the bluebird,
Here to stay is the newbird.
Who sings a amor song as we go along,
Walking in a winter wonderland.
She was snapping pictures of everything, from a house with ‘beautiful lights’, to a power line with icicles drooping from it, to a little bird who was sitting on a snow covered branch, cantar shamelessly to its own tune. In fact, she took about five pictures of the bird. It made him smile, watching her smile as she squinted behind the lens, snapping away.
In the meadow we can build a snowman…
…He’ll say “Are you married?” We’ll say “No, man…”
They’d walked around most of town, and stopped at the local park, where she dragged him all around it, looking or the ‘perfect spot’, as she’d phrased it.
“I need a spot that hasn’t been disrupted but footprints, or stray snowballs, or snow angels.” He asked what for, but she wouldn’t tell him. He’d muttered something about them walking over all the ‘perfect spots’, and she playfully slugged him in the arm.
After a few mais minutos of walking around the park, she finally stopped and smiled up at him. “We’re going to build a snowman.” She instantly got down on her knees and started to bunch snow together, forming what would be the base. He sat back and watched her, amused at her frenzy, packing the snow together then sculpting some off to try and make the perfect sphere. When she tried to make another one and stack it on topo, início of the first, it fell off, and she frowned at it. A very cute frown, he thought. Practically adorable.
She tilted her head back until she was looking at him upside-down. “Help?” She smiled and he chuckled, scooting closer to the pile of snow.
After showing her how to ‘properly’ form a base, they both formed the middle section, rolling it around and over until they had a nice almost-sphere. They placed it on topo, início of the base, and they both grinned, her at the snowman in progress, and him at her.
“Hey, you want to go get some twigs and rocks,
for the eyes and all that stuff? I’ll finish the head.” He offered. She agreed, running off to procurar for the best twigs, stones, and everything else needed to make a complete snowman. Long after he was finished making the head and placing it on the body, she was still gone. He found her behind one of the trees, holding up two twigs.
“Which ones do you think looks mais like this one?” She asked, pointing to a stick lying in front of her, “Twig number one, or twig number two?” holding up each twig. Only she would spend ten minutos debating which stick to use for an arm. He thought, amused. Reaching for one, he inspected it, then the other. They both looked the same to him. Randomly chucking one over his shoulder, he handed her the other one. “This one, definitely.” She smiled ,all happiness, and skipped back to where the snowman was, placing the twigs and stones in their rightful places.
They both stood back for their creation, studying it carefully. She pulled out her camera, snapping another picture, grinning.
They found a bench and sat, his arm resting lightly around her shoulder. She tilted her head back, trying to catch snowflakes on her tongue, and he did the same, trying not to laugh too hard. It had been years since he’d done that.
An old couple walked por the bench, enjoying the scenery like others. The woman’s gaze rested on the pair, and she lightly sighed, smiling. “Young couples,” the man commented, and cuddled his wife closer to him. The young man’s head yanked back up at the comment, as did the girl’s.
“Oh, no, we’re not married or anything,” she said, smiling. Well, not yet, something whispered in his mind, and he reeled, shaking his head. Where did that come from? “Just friends.”
He felt his coração sink at her comment some. But that decrease vanished when she looked over and smiled at him.
~*~
Later on, we’ll conspire,
As we dream por the fire.
To face unafraid the plans that we’d made,
Walking in a Winter wonderland.
After walking around for a while more, he was able to forget his thoughts about her. Right now, they were just friends, and that’s all they needed to be right now.
They were in her house, sitting in front of the gas fireplace, wrapped up in blankets with mugs of hot chocolate. She sat, all folded up and hunched over her mug, looking like one big pile of blankets. He took a gulp of the steamy liquid, and gave a sound of approval. She did likewise, and it went on like this until both of their drinks were finished. They talked and they laughed. It wasn’t until later in the evening that he realized something.
“You haven’t had a snowball fight yet.”
“I have too!” She interjected.
Grinning, he said, “Not today, though. What, are you scared of a little snow?” in a light taunt.
Her face turned serious.
“Oh, it’s on.”
She sprang up and ran out of her door, grabbing her coats and gloves on the way out before he knew what was happening. Quickly catching on, he got up and grabbed his stuff also, heading outside. Right where she was waiting, snowball at the ready.
He felt the ball of packed snow hit his face, much like it had this morning. He leaned down, grinning as he started packing his own ammunition.
That was how the rest of their evening was spent: making forts and having snowball fights that stretched from her yard to his, even all over the street.
When it came to parting ways, he walked with her up to her steps. She turned and hugged him, and he hugged her back; no more, no less.
“Thank you for giving me an awesome white Christmas.”
And thus was ended her first white Christmas.
~*~
I was born, yet I felt as though I lived before.
I breathed, though I struggled for the air that would keep me sane.
I ate comida and drink, but I still craved for more.
I slept, but I was still awake and pulsing with energy inside.
I made my first friend, but I knew I would have to say goodbye sometime.
I felt fear, even though my head was streaming with it already beforehand.
I felt joy, yet my body ached of pain and sorrow.
I wept, but my tears tasted of sweet wine instead of seasalt.
I ran through the light of the morning sun, though my spirit raced into the wild night.
I dreamed of heroes and happiness, knowing however that it was an illusion upon waking up.
I looked into eyes of beauty, only to see them wash away the seguinte day.
I fell weak and frail, but my spirit strengthened the loss.
I reached for hands of help, only to have them drag me down.
I closed my eyes, to see the light.
...to thus being born again...
I breathed, though I struggled for the air that would keep me sane.
I ate comida and drink, but I still craved for more.
I slept, but I was still awake and pulsing with energy inside.
I made my first friend, but I knew I would have to say goodbye sometime.
I felt fear, even though my head was streaming with it already beforehand.
I felt joy, yet my body ached of pain and sorrow.
I wept, but my tears tasted of sweet wine instead of seasalt.
I ran through the light of the morning sun, though my spirit raced into the wild night.
I dreamed of heroes and happiness, knowing however that it was an illusion upon waking up.
I looked into eyes of beauty, only to see them wash away the seguinte day.
I fell weak and frail, but my spirit strengthened the loss.
I reached for hands of help, only to have them drag me down.
I closed my eyes, to see the light.
...to thus being born again...
umm oi guys sorry i have not posted anything in so long I got major composição literária block and had to wait untill all of my expertise came back to me.
I seek a release
from the pain that I feel
Inside my coração there is only
Anger, betrayal and sadness!
Lonliness is a terrible thing
with no-one to see the state that Im in
my head is spinning think im gonna be sick
oh please god
send me someone I can relate to
I cant trust my mum shes to far gone
cant trust my dad hes just an bunda
If i cant trust my family who can i trust?
Inside my chest is a hole
where my coração once was
My mum cruelly tore it out
and then stamped all over it!
I was only a child
burdened with adult responsibilities!
and inside that hole
If you can see past all of the scars
you will see my suppresed heart!
I seek a release
from the pain that I feel
Inside my coração there is only
Anger, betrayal and sadness!
Lonliness is a terrible thing
with no-one to see the state that Im in
my head is spinning think im gonna be sick
oh please god
send me someone I can relate to
I cant trust my mum shes to far gone
cant trust my dad hes just an bunda
If i cant trust my family who can i trust?
Inside my chest is a hole
where my coração once was
My mum cruelly tore it out
and then stamped all over it!
I was only a child
burdened with adult responsibilities!
and inside that hole
If you can see past all of the scars
you will see my suppresed heart!
We're blind to another one's pain
'Cause we refuse to see
We're deaf to another one's cries
'Cause we refuse to hear
We're dumb to another one's comfort request
'Cause we refuse to speak
But our eyes are wide open
To see another one's mistake
Our ears are open
To hear abouth another one's mistakes
And we can speak
To judge about another one's mistakes
We think we know everything
But we don't know anything
We're ready to judge
But we'd better look in the mirror
Making mistakes is proof your human
Turning your back on those who make them, not so much
He who's without sin,cast the first stone
'Cause we refuse to see
We're deaf to another one's cries
'Cause we refuse to hear
We're dumb to another one's comfort request
'Cause we refuse to speak
But our eyes are wide open
To see another one's mistake
Our ears are open
To hear abouth another one's mistakes
And we can speak
To judge about another one's mistakes
We think we know everything
But we don't know anything
We're ready to judge
But we'd better look in the mirror
Making mistakes is proof your human
Turning your back on those who make them, not so much
He who's without sin,cast the first stone