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Monday, December 4, 2006


   Two christmas stories
Akane's PokéPet
 

Whizzer the level 75 Cherimu!
Speaking of christmas presents I got a pokemon for myself never seen it before but its still cute!!!

Santa? (please know I found this and i'm not talking about myself)
It was war time and my father was missing in action. His helicopter had been shot down and it was nearing chriatmas time. My mother had no money for gifts this year but we didn't care. Me and my siblings were a happy bunch of kids and we all decided that if Daddy could come home we wouldn't ask for any presents. Then on christmas morning we sat around the tree with a handful of presents and then there was a knock at he door. We all stared at my mother and she walked slowly to the door. She opened it and there was nobody there and she stuck her neck out of the door and there was a giagantic truck load of presents all with our names on them. Mom looked shocked and happy. We all opened them and after we had opened them all the telephone rang, it was the army! They had found daddy and he was alive and coming home it was christmas miracle and to this day we still don't know where the presents came from!

If Only You
Knew

it was always his desire to fly high with the birds. To get away from the poor, hopeless, tough world he lived in. He was stuck between to love. He had issues of the family sort. He could not help but feel his friends were slowly abandoning him. He just wanted to fly away from this poor, hopeless, tough world he lived in.
He had no idea how to handle the world he lived in. He was always watching the sky, always hoping, always praying. He walked home that cold December night, through the snow of the streets. He slowed and sat with a homeless man. Telling him his problems and in return listening to his. He gave him all his money and walked home poor again through that cold December night. He had no regret in his heart at what he had done. He went home to that old run down apartment crying at what his children had to live in. Every night he sat and cried at the stoop of his apartment.
He looked threw his pockets to try and find some money. He could not find any. He went in to find his daughter playing with her dolls, and his wife standing over the stove....crying. He ran to her side and held her. He asked what was wrong already knowing the answer. She simply replied “money”. The man went to his daughters side and sat with her. He picked up one of her dolls and played with her. He asked “so, sweety what do you want for Christmas”. She said “I want a new dolly”. Just hearing that one silly little line that most fathers hear everyday without even thinking about what she said. The man sat and cried, his heart was aching because he knew he could not afford his own daughter even a new dolly. He looked into those big blue eyes and embraced her.
The next day the man was coming home with a new dolly in his hands. He spent the money they had planned on using to keep there apartment. He kept walking until he saw the homeless man again. He sat next to him and they exchanged problems again. This time however when the homeless man heard of what he had done for his daughter he cried for him. The homeless man slowly stood and said “you have been so good to me when no one else has, you have talked to me, given me money, and warmed me with blankets in the night, now it is my turn” the homeless man took out of his pocket 13 million dollars and gave it to the man. The man looked stunned. “Sir I can not take this money from you”. But in the end they came to an agreement and he took the money. He ran home gave his daughter her new dolly and his wife a new life.
The couple and child moved to a new home. They now have a room filled with dollies. They are living happily. But still to this day every night the man goes to see the homeless man, thanks him again and sits and talks. Please pass this on, this is a lesson that Thomas wishes everyone to know. When being the good that we all know exist in this world, much will come back.

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