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The Ninth Day Of Christmas (Brian)
written by Shannon Bryan
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Published: 1997 | Size: 6 KB (1055 words) | Language: english | Rating: PG-13Average: 4.6/5 4.6/5 (7 votes)
based on stories and characters created by Winnie Holzman
Today is the Ninth Day of Christmas, or whatever. And Krakow has a few
memories he wants to, you know, share.
So, like, I'm supposed to talk about Christmas.
Like, what it means to me, or whatever. I guess this will be pretty
short because it doesn't mean that much actually. I mean, not when you
consider it's a Christian holiday and I'm, like, Jewish. Of course, it's
not like my parents celebrate Hanukkah, either. They aren't exactly
*into* holidays. They use the vacation days to work on whatever their
latest dissertation is. Or to spend some alone time. Which I do *not*
want to think about at all. Not that I, you know, *care* about
holidays.
Because I don't.
I mean...not much.
Last Christmas they went on a cruise. Alone time again. Of course,
they're not really alone. They're together. Maybe they mean it's alone
time for me. They'll probably go on another trip this year. It's, like,
this *custom* all of a sudden. Like when I wasn't looking, they went and
started this tradition or something. I could go to my sister's, or if I
asked I bet they'd even take me along. But I'll never ask. I mean,
it's not like they'd notice if I actually went with them. If I'm going
to be alone on a big ship full of strangers, I guess I'd rather be alone
here. Like in my own room. Besides, there's always the chance that
Angela might need me to--
Okay.
I am *not* going to talk about Angela Chase. This is about *Christmas*.
Angela Chase has nothing to do with Christmas. She has nothing to do
with anything. I mean...I mean...I'm not saying that she's nothing. She
is like the exact *opposite* of nothing. I just mean...oh never mind.
I don't have a lot of time to waste on this. So I'll just pick a some
things I like about Christmas and some things I don't and a memory and
be done with it. Because then I'll be done and I can get back to
something important. Like calculus. I cannot believe those two, um,
people actually talked me into doing this. I mean I wouldn't be doing
this at all if that short blond girl hadn't looked so pitiful. I
actually felt, like, *guilty* saying no.
I like some things about Christmas. People seem to need me. I like
being helpful, I guess. Cherski always has some crazy scheme going that
she needs help with. And a couple of times now I got to help Angela's
Dad hang the lights on their house. Angela's Dad is pretty nice. He
actually looks at me when he speaks to me. And he seems to smile a lot.
Not *too* much. Just the right amount. And he talks *to* me. Not *at*
me.
We don't do any decorating at our house. But maybe you'd guessed that.
The one thing I *hate* about Christmas, more than anything else, would
have to be mistletoe. It's just ...too much pressure or something. And
they always put it where you can't help but go near it. Maybe it
wouldn't be so bad if there was actually anyone who wanted to kiss me.
Or if I had a clue how to go about doing that. Being the one in
*charge* of the kiss. But I don't. I always just have this urge to
grab the mistletoe down from where it s hanging and eat it, because I
hear that mistletoe is poisonous. But with my luck it wouldn't act
quickly enough to stop me from turning red.
My best Christmas memory is from a long time ago. Back when my family
used to hang around with the Cherskis...and the Chases...Christmas was
actually fun. There was this one time when I was...ten? Nine? I can't
remember exactly. But I can, like, check if it's important or whatever.
Anyway, we were all at Angela's house. We ate this huge dinner that Mr.
Chase made and I started to feel, you know, kind of sick. So Angela,
Sharon, and I were playing some board game and I, um, threw up. Which
was *completely* humiliating, but my parents came and actually, like,
*looked* at me. Mrs. Chase put me on the couch with this big quilt that
was really soft. The kind of quilt some distant relative probably made
by hand or something about 80 years ago. Cherski and Angela came and sat
on either side of me. We had hot chocolate and watched some Christmas
cartoon. Something about...a Grinch?
I' m not sure. My parents never really let me watch TV very much.
But even though my stomach hurt...I was happy. Like, really happy. I
felt, like, warm. Not because of the quilt, but because I was with my
friends. You know...back when they *were* my friends. But I guess
lately things have been a little better. Cherski is always bugging me
about something, and sometimes Angela looks at me *without* her patented
Look of Disgust. So maybe this Christmas will be okay. No matter where
my parents go.
Maybe I can find out what that cartoon was. And, you know, watch it
again.
Or something.
Okay everybody, sing along!
(music = ON)
On the ninth day of Christmas Brian Krakow gave to me
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