'Brian, Santa is Coming to Town' - Christmas Story
Two Parter Story
On Christmas Eve, Honey and Brian were sitting on the sofa by the log stove in the cottage, waiting for his uncle and aunt to come home from walking the dogs, as they loved the snow more than Brian did. He was not even sure why or he couldn’t remember why the reason was. His uncle always knew why, but he didn’t want to remind him of it, especially when he just came out of the hospital from the attack the other day. He was kind enough to Brian that he took Scout out for his walk with his wife and their two husky dogs; Scout didn’t want to leave Brian more and more often since the accident. He was guarding him from everything and everyone but Brian reassured him that he’d be safe when he came home.
He knew that Scout would be fine and wanted to bring his uncle and aunt back within 20 minutes of being out.
“Don’t blame him to be honest," thought Brian. It wasn’t that long until they came back and all three huskys wanted to be around Brian, rather than go out for a walk in the big garden. In the end, Brian let all three in his room to keep him company. Normally, it was just him and Scout because he felt safe having him nearby more than with anyone else. Sky had found a wrapped up Christmas present by the side of his bed and took it to him as he sat down. Sky barked like she was telling him to open it or she would.
He opened it as he got into bed. Scout jumped up and laid next to Brian; he looked at the other two who were laying next to him on the floor, looking up at him with big puppy eyes. He looked back down at the book. He noticed his grandad's handwriting but he hadn’t seen his grandad for awhile — but then again, he had passed away last year. Brian was not sure how he managed to put it at his bedside table but it didn’t matter because lots of strange things had happened since then that he couldn’t explain.
The note had said: “Our favourite Christmas Eve Story. Got it published just for you. Limited Editiinn.”
Brain smirked and said “Limited Edition, Grandad. Haha not what you put.”
Scout barked twice.
“'Too right, blooming dyslexia,' he would say, wouldn’t he, boy?”
He read the front cover" “Brian, Santa is Coming Town.” He always loved his grandad's illustrations. He turned to the first page and started to read the book, lying down with just a lamp on.
“You better watch out, Brian. You better not cry, Brian. You better not be pouting, Brain. I’m telling you the reason why, Brian, because Santa Claus is coming town, Santa Claus is coming town, Santa Claus is coming town. So you better hurry up and get into bed, my good fellow man; he’s making a list, checking it twice, he will find out who’s naughty or nice.
He knows when you're awake. 'Brian, go back to sleep.' As grandad walked past the bedroom door, he sees you when you're sleeping. 'Good night, my boy.” As his grandad turned the light off and closed the bedroom door. He will soon find out if you're bad or good. 'So be good for goodness sake, Brian.'
In the morning, the kids in the girl and boy's land will have a jubilee because all of their Christmas presents are under the tree; they are going to build their toy land all around the Christmas Tree..."
Brian didn’t get far as he fell asleep — always at the same part when his grandad was reading it to him; his aunt and uncle walked past, noticed that his bedroom door was still open. Maybe the fear was still there and getting worse since the attack. His aunt crept in, took the book off Brian, and placed the book down, not knowing that it was unfinished book and Brian had to finish it off for him. She turned the lamp off and both his aunt, uncle, and grandma decided to leave the door open for his safety. If he had a nightmare, his aunt and uncle would run in to calm him down. They all said “good night, my boy” as they would echo the granddad's words to him like he would normally would.