Star

I sit there above, watching the scene down below dejectedly. All the glowing faces smiling up at me.
Every year, the same thing happens. I get placed on top of a cut down, once beautiful tree. That I can just imagine standing tall and proud in a dense forest, with branches dancing in the slight breezes and the snow fluttering all around.
Tthen after a month or so they take me down and stuff me in a dark, confined box for a boring eleven more month. Depressed, I dont do anything but think.
They take me out once its that 'special' time of the year. But I dont see what is so special about it... I watch all the excitment on the families faces, and puzzle over it for that lonely period of time by myself. When they take me out i watch my 'family' drag the tree in. Still fresh with the glittering snow that sparkles in the sun from outside. I see the people exchanging gifts with happiness radiating from their very beings, and wonder.
The people exchange gift after gift after gift, looking pleased with themselves when handing over a present, then exstatic when they open the anonymous box. Then, after 6 yrs of endless wonder and being puzzled, realization finally dawns on me... Christmas is about the giving. With this knew found knowledge, and finally understanding the meaning of Christmas, I let that statement go racing through my mind and I shine brighter then I ever have before, and light up the room. Sharing the same feelings they feel, and maybe even more. So hopefully it was my people's best christmas, just as it was mine.

The wedding cake in the middle of the road.

One still and silent night a boy by the name of Mitchell and at the age of fifteen was slowly walking down a lonely street. He had just been over at a friend's house and was walking home. Suddenly he looked up with his bright blue eyes that could light up the world and saw a strange silhouette in the distance. He walked faster, curious to find out what it was. His short dirty blond hair swayed slightly as his pace got faster. As he was walking, the breeze suddenly got a slight more chillier. A shiver raced through his spine. Mitchell could feel winter coming in, for in the beautiful area of the kootnies your are tucked inbetween the crevices in the towering mountains so the winters are cold, with the glittering snow deep. Mitchell walked and walked and finally came across a wedding cake in the middle of the road. Not wanting to have to even think of how it got there he said a wizard must have conjured this elaboratly decorated cake in the knowledge that he was very very hungry,
The End