Adorkable Tales.#4. A Christmas Story! · 7:35am Dec 25th, 2017
Well I’ve been in a total haze most of this week. Like I was in total autopilot, you could have come into my room and robbed me and I would have just gazed at you with glazed over eyes.
But guess what?
I’m back at feeling One Hun…”cough-cough-cough” Ninety Percent better!
Yeah I’m kind of back at myself, but also like when I thought about writing something tonight I was just….
So here we are.
Now last episode I spoke about being haunted and being left in my classroom during a bomb threat. Both of which really did happen, just so you know. I’m working on writing them up soon honestly.
Yep it might seem like I just whip these tales up on the spot. But waaay more work goes into them, probably more work than some of my stories. I have to find those cute gifs to use, then spend like close to two hours getting image codes for them ( Internet can be super slow.) and last writing up the story which I then read through and edit blah-blah-blah.
Yeah so like lots of work…
Anyhoo!
You came here for a story from the craziness that is my past, so since X-mas (Yeah I’m hip.) is tomorrow I will tell a story from my childhood!
I’m not talking like five or four or anything either, but more like when I was one and a half. Yeah pull up a seat and pour yourself some hot coco, I have a christmas tale like no other.
This is about The Christmas when I almost died….Happy Holidays.
So yeah this certain tale was told to me by my mom like when I was eight, I had just woken up for Christmas and wanted to be showered in like all the toys! I was kind of a little brat back then and wanted more than anything in the world a plushie of some kind.
Now that i think about it, I can’t even remember what it was really. But eight year old me would die if she did not get it, so when the big day rolled around she ran into the living room and tore open all the gifts like some kind of a tornado.
But alas not a plushie was found, so what did I do? I threw a huge pout! I was pounding my dumb little feet across the house in a hissy, screaming at my dad because he had failed to make santa bring me what I wanted!
I screamed like a brat I was and ended up in my room, it was the holidays and I was spending it alone and in anger. I remember then that my Mom knocked on the door, she walked within and sat on the foot of my bed.
She gave me the total mom look you know the one.
I was told that I didn’t need to yell at my dad so badly, that he was truly hurt and sitting in the living room waiting for an apology. I remember saying in a rude tone…
“He won’t get nothing from me! Until I get my plushie! He didn’t tell santa to bring it so that means he doesn’t love me!”
I swear if I could back in time, I’d make a stop to this point in the past and like smack past me.
Like sooo hard heehee.
Anyway my mom gave me such a broken look then and slid down the bed, she scooped me up as she held me close to her. Then told me a story that I would carry with me to this day and beyond, one that happend on a dark christmas day.
Back when I was just a baby my parents had it rough, my mom would watch over me during the day as my dad had to trudge through the streets all day to do odd jobs for money. He sometimes even had to walk across the city one night, sleep on the streets just to be able to get a job opening in the morning.
Well during the holiday time this one year I had gotten really sick, I had gotten the measles and had to be taken to the emergency room. For those who don’t know measles is a virus that can cause all types of problems, it starts like a rash all over the body and spreads into a dangerous fever.
Apparently my measles had gotten really bad, I was covered head to toe in a horrible rash and could barely catch my breath. I was rushed into a room where I was placed into care of trying to bring down my fever, it had climbed dangerously high at the time and was basically cooking me alive.
I wasn’t taking to fluids and no matter what they did, I would not cool down it had gotten so bad they had to connect an I.V. to me to just get me to take fluids and medicine. My mom could not watch me decline right in front of her, so my dad being the stronger one had told her to go home and rest.
My dad stayed at my side for two days straight, never sleeping a wink as he watched all these doctors hook needles into me over and over. Mom said dad told her I was crying all the time coughing and gasping for air, he stood at my side and made sure I was as comfortable as possible.
Then it happened. The head doctor on my case came over to my dad and told him horrible news, that the medicine did not seem to be working on me and I was declining fast, my fever was climbing ever higher and they couldn’t stop it.
They told him to start making arrangements for me, that they could do nothing more as of that time and by morning I would most likely pass away. My father hearing this came to my side and thought on how to tell my mother, he felt as if he failed me and allowed harm to befall his little girl.
A nurse came inside and told my dad she was so sorry for the news, she let my dad pick me up and hold me close before telling him to try bathing me in the large sick which was in the room. That maybe the cool water would help me calm down, give me some comfort on this horrible night.
He held me close and told me he loved me, cradling me in silence he spent the whole night bathing me off and on, my crying slowly starting to come to a stop.
My mother had told me that dad said, he’d not leave my side until I was gone. He’d never let me be alone or scared during those long and cold hours, praying to god to spare me and allow me to live a long life full of happiness.
That he was just a poor man, he never had much but the treasure of his daughter made him feel as if he had everything in the world.
Morning came.
My crying stopped.
The room was silent.
My dad’s hand holding my own.
My fever had broken during the night, the medicine in my I.V. had at long last took hold and brought me back down to a safe temperature. My breathing slowly came back to order as I soon could take fluids, the nurses say they never saw a baby drink sooo many bottles of water.
My dad brought my mom back to watch me recover, she was so happy and crying as she thanked everyone so much for saving me. Though my dad simply walked outside to regain his thoughts, mom said she never saw him cry before, except on this day.
I remember just walking out to the living room and hugging my dad so tightly, he scooped me up like when I was a baby and held me close.
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Well that was my christmas story, sorry if it was a bit depressing but it is a tale I will hold in my heart forever. I want to just say that I love you daddy, you are a strong rock in my life one I hope will always be there as I grow up.
Also if you don’t get what you want in the morning, just know that there are better things in the world than material objects. Family is always there for you, they never judge or abandon you and will always do all they can to make you happy.
I wish all my friends here a happy holiday!
Pixel I hope you have just a happy Christmas!
Peppermint stay so cool!
Puppy I can now start on that request!
Everyone else happy holidays! If anyone ever wants to chat just leave a comment, I’d love to talk to you all more and be able to interact as much as I can.
So never be afraid to say Hi! I promise I don’t bite.
Heehee bye-bye!
May The Night Keep You All Safe.
Happy Hearth's Warming, sis!
Okay so I don't know if you really know, but I don't cry a lot. Yet, this story brought the feels for me. I was on the edge of my seat as well, these tales truly express real feelings.
Now, its 4:29 A. M so please don't ask me why I'm up.
But goodnight anyhow!
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Thank you sis!
I hope you had a lovely Christmas that was full of fun and love.
wow, that was a powerful story.
hope you're having a nice holiday
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Thank you Hazey!
Yep I've been having a great holiday as well, I hope you are having a lovely time as well.
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Hehee, thanks so much!