A Very Blakely Christmas

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A Very Blakely Christmas

Author: Jamie Ott



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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