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Passion For Writing, by icequeen43
Toronto, ON CA

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Passion For Writing

Seymour's Christmas Wish

A story I wrote for Christmas about a lost little mouse.

There once was a mouse named Seymour. He was a writer. Seymour was a loner, he didn't have a lot of friends and was not close to his family. He had left home when he was a young mouse, his father was very mean, and an alcoholic mouse. He yelled at Seymour and called him names. One day Seymour packed a little satchel and left. He did not know exactly where he was going. It was the dead of winter and very cold. It had been snowing for days. Christmas was just a few days away, and the streets were full of shoppers. They all had their bags and presents wrapped. Seymour could not help feeling sad. He wished he had a nice family to spend Christmas with.

After walking till his feet hurt, Seymour spotted a house. It was a triplex, with three apartments. Seymour walked to the back of the house. It sat on a lot with a big backyard with a tire swing. There in the yard he found a snowman and some snow angels. Seymour knew a nice family must live here, with children. He decided to find a way into the house's basement, to get warm and find a place to live. Seymour looked around and found a crack in the back door. Upon entering he immediately felt a rush of warmth. He carefully descended the flight of stairs into the basement. There was a furnace at the bottom of the stairs which to Seymour was a definite asset. He also noticed a lot of boxes and belongings which must belong to the tenants.

This is great, Seymour thought, I can find a nice place to live here among these belongings." Seymour started to look around for a new home. In a corner he spotted an old suitcase, covered in dust and cobwebs. This looks very old he thought, 'No one has used this in years.' Seymour noticed it was ajar so he slipped inside. Over the next few weeks Seymour went about finding pieces for his new hideaway. Every time he went out shopping, he would look through the back alleys for rub age. Seymour knew one mouse's rub age was another mouse's treasure.
Soon he had found enough to furnish his tiny hideaway. One day Seymour decided to explore the house. He thought he would find the family that made the snowman.

When he got to the apartment he slipped through a vent in the wall. Seymour couldn't believe his eyes. It was beautiful. There was a tree in the corner, with tinsel and sparkling lights. Under the tree were presents wrapped in brightly colored paper. Boughs of cedar gave off scents of the outdoors. There were candles lit, sending a warm glow around the room. Soft holiday music drifted through the air. There was a family eating dinner. A mother, father and son. They were talking and laughing about their day. Seymour was stunned. This was the Christmas he always wished for, but never had. At that moment Seymour knew, he had found his new home and his new family. This truly would be a Joyous Christmas.

Description: This is one of my short stories.

Photo Posted: Jan 04,2013 Photo Viewed: 434

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