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Topic: It’s Christmas Day (in the present or living memory) (11/27/08)
- TITLE: A Day Like No Other
By Jessica Smith
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Dreading the drive home, David Benson had received a call from his wife 60 minutes earlier, what on earth had caused Jason to do such a thing? Sighing, David took a left on Elm Street and drove through the wintry scene that unfolded like a white fuzzy comforter. â€śJason will have to learn his lesson somehow, he just canâ€™t go on kicking cats when he doesnâ€™t get his way,â€ť David said to himself. Snowball was his wifeâ€™s Christmas present the first year they were married, and now, the furry little friend, was in kitty heaven.
Debbie walked into her dining room, sat down on the dark oak chair, and laid her head into her hands. She had given up on trying figuring out her 7 year old months ago. Anger had chosen to be his best friend, and Jason had refused to give up the friendship. No matter what she had tried, he kept up his tantrums, and once he started, nothing seemed to stop him, until now. She had never seen anything like it before, and it scared her to death. Jason came stomping down the stairs, kicked the back door open, causing Snowball to run in from the back yard.
â€śStupid cat, get outta my way!!â€ť
â€śBam, flop, flop.â€ť
â€śDummy kitty, get up!.â€ť
â€śJason Benson, get away from her!! GO TO YOUR ROOM!!â€ť she had yelled toward him with tears streaking down her face. Kneeling over the soft, white body, she gently picked it up, took it outside and buried the small creature behind the shed.
Jason looked at the clock, 8:30pm, bedtime. He put on his dinosaur PJ's, and crawled into his bed, trembling in sadness. After soaking his pillow in sobs of sorrow, he drifted into a fitful sleep, dreaming of a dancing kitty, playing with his mom.
Sunshine broke in the curtains of Jasonâ€™s bedroom, and the smell of cinnamon rolls filled his nostrils as he stretched out his arms, and opened his eyes. There was a soft knock on the door.
â€śJason, I brought you breakfast- in- bed! Are you ready to eat?â€ť His mom asked him.
â€śBreakfast in my room? You only do that for my birthday.â€ť
â€śHere ya go honey; I even brought you chocolate milk!â€ť
â€śBut Mama, what about me gettnâ€™ trouble?â€ť he said with a questioning look.
â€śEat your food, and come downstairs, when youâ€™re finished.â€ť she ordered.
â€śYes, Maâ€™am.â€ť he replied.
Slowly he stepped down the last step, with his head down, he knew he was about to get it.
Walking into the living room, his dad ran up to him, picked him up and swung him around and around.
â€śHey there little bud, Merry Christmas! Look, Santaâ€™s been here already.â€ť David spoke excitedly to his son.
â€śDad, arenâ€™t you mad at me? Am I gonna get a spanken?â€ť
Putting his son down, David looked into his big fearful blue eyes and said, â€śWhy would I punish you? Did you do something today?â€ť
â€śNo, I didnâ€™t do anything today, but I did yesterday.â€ť
â€śIs yesterday today?â€ť
â€śUmm, what does that mean?â€ť
â€śIt means yesterday is gone, and today is a day like no other!â€ť
â€śOhh...okay.â€ť Jason said in understanding.
â€śCome here son, letâ€™s get this present from under the tree and let Mommy open it.â€ť
Debbie had watched her husband lovingly speak to her son, and then they placed a box filled with holes into her lap. â€śWhat on earth?â€ť
She opened the lid, finding a small white kitten inside, pawing at her fingers in glee.
â€śWow! Today is a day like no other, thank you honey!â€ť
â€śJason some here, feel your sister kicking my tummy.â€ť
Jason leaned down and spoke to the velvet red lump softly, â€śIâ€™m not mad at you anymore.
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