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The Sixth Day Of Christmas (Sharon)
written by Shannon Bryan
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Published: 1997 | Size: 6 KB (1039 words) | Language: english | Rating: PG-13Waiting for 5 votes before displaying rating information.
based on stories and characters created by Winnie Holzman
On the Sixth Day of Christmas, Sharon managed to take some time from her
busy schedule to share a few thoughts.
That's just great. I have about a million things to do, and you want my
favorite Christmas memory, like, *now*?
Then again...I guess it wouldn't matter all that much if I were late for
the yearbook meeting. Because I do love Christmas. It's, like, my
favorite time of the whole year. All those Santas ringing their bells on
snowy street corners. And the different charities that put out those
boxes so you can donate toys or warm clothes to underprivileged kids and
stuff. I *always* donate some toys. And I like to volunteer at the Help
Line too.
My parents always taught me that it's more important to give of yourself
than anything else at this time of year. We always have a great time at
Christmas. I remember a few years ago we went on an actual sleigh ride
through the woods near where my Father grew up. And my Dad brought
along some roasted chestnuts for us to munch on. My Mom kept saying
that it was all like something out of Currier and Ives. And I had no
idea what she was talking about. I totally thought she said something
about "curry and chives." And I asked her why she was talking about
cooking instead of enjoying the scenery and the wind stinging our faces.
And she gave me this look that only your Mom can give. Like, "are you
on drugs?" But in a fun way. And the three of us started laughing.
And I was only laughing because they were, because at the time I didn't
get what she was talking about. But that didn't really matter.
Sometimes laughter is catching. It is around Christmas a lot. At least
for me.
So now every year she tells that story. And every year it gets a little
more far-fetched. And I pretend to be exasperated, because she's always
bringing up silly things I did when I was a kid. But, to be honest, I
sort of love it. It's like a tradition now. I *like* tradition. It's
funny what things can become part of the traditions. It's never the
thing you expect.
So yeah, my family is *really* into Christmas. My friends are another
story entirely. The problem is, most of my friends have, like *no*
Christmas spirit. Their attitude goes completely out the window, every
December. I mean, that just gets depressing. Christmas is supposed to be
a fun time! And if it's not fun, I think it's our job to, like, *make*
it fun, or something.
When I was in eighth grade, there was this Christmas dance at our
school. Angela and I went together. And it was *beyond* fun. It was
like this perfect evening. Which was funny, because the music was
completely lame, the decorations kept falling down all over the dance
floor, and that gross Tommy Janssen kissed me under the mistletoe. Not
to mention the fact that Brian Krakow spilled punch all over my dress.
My *expensive* dress. But it was still one of the best nights of my
life. Angela and I were, like...connected. We just danced and hung out
and laughed. It's the kind of thing that just happens, you can't, you
know, *plan* it or something. I didn't realize how perfect it was at the
time. But looking back, I can see that it was. It's one of those
memories that makes you happy *and* sad, all at the same time. I guess I
took Angela's friendship for granted back then. Because she had just
always...*been* there.
That was before Angela dropped me for Rayanne Graf.
Which reminds me of last Christmas. Rayanne Graf and I actually, like,
*talked*. She worked the Help Line with me when Krakow bailed and it
was...fun. A lot of fun, actually. I never thought I'd be thankful that
Brian acted like a complete loser. But I am. The strangest thing is,
somehow, Rayanne has become my friend. It's like, I lost Angela, but I
got her back. And now I have this, like, *bonus* friend or something.
Like when you buy some great perfume that you totally love and were
going to buy anyway and they give you a free tote bag to go with it.
And then you're like, yeah, nice tote bag. Whatever. But then you find
yourself needing the tote bag, like *unexpectedly*, and then you are so
glad you have it. And I can completely understand what Angela sees in
Rayanne. Because there's a lot to see. She's different from anyone I've
ever known. And that's kind of...cool.
You know, all this talk about Christmas just gave me an amazing idea.
I'm going to organize a Christmas dance this year. And I already know
that it will be *so* much better than the World Happiness dance. I can
probably get Delia to help me, even. And I'll make sure there's good
music. And the decorations won't fall down. But even if they do, I guess
it doesn't *really* matter. Because we'll all be together. Celebrating.
I'm going to make this year one of the best Christmases, like, *ever*!
I'll just *make* everyone have fun, if I have to.
Angela and I can dance just like we used to. Maybe that can become
*our* tradition. And maybe...Rayanne can dance with us.
Okay everybody, sing along!
(music = ON)
On the sixth day of Christmas Camille Cherski gave to me
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