Creative Writing: The Homeless

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Pages: 4

It was a dark night, streets were painted white with the puffy blanket of snow. Lights were hung all over the streets like colorful necklaces. It was possible to see the Christmas trees and happy families in their cozy and richly warm homes. No one even cared of the homeless people. But they were delighted too. Trying to warm up on a cold Christmas Eve at the back street, around a pile of dancing flames in their red Christmas dresses performing with the soothing and warming crackling melody.

There was a man named Henry who was in his blood-red Santa Claus costume. He was holding an empty gift bag cheerfully. To the path he walked, he was spreading happiness and love. Four homeless people were seen. He wanted to have a warm family and a nice
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Wines were all he had with him. They were all having a great time. After a while Henry asked to his new homeless friends. “If you had a chance to ask for a Christmas present, what would it be?” with a fatigued voice. They all answered the question predictably. All asked to be wealthy one way or another. One asked for an expensive car. Another wanted a Christmas tree for the first time. The one who was cold requested a furry, comfortable coat. While answering the question their eyes were sparkling, they were imagining their wishes with a smile as they owned them. Homeless people turned to Santa and asked the same question to him. “What would you want this Christmas?” in a wondering voice. Santa was daydreaming when he was answering. He said, “I have only one wish: I want to have a long and healthy life with my grandchildren.”. You could be able to be read his merry from his face when the words were spilling out of his mouth uncontrolled. It made Santa feel free and full of …show more content…
Someone who was walking though the street pointed at the homeless people and shouted, “These are yours!” they were asking with surprise “Me? Us?”. The man agreed. “Yes you.” They ran to the Christmas tree. The one who sent the gifts was a mystery. There was a small-sized card attached to every single present. One of them took the card out of the envelope and started to read it aloud in the dead silence. Everyone was listening to the delighted voice that came from the ripped and patched clothed dark-haired boy named Lee.

“Hey, it’s me. I hope you liked your gifts. It was all I can do in a single night. I am sure you are confused but I had to hide my identity for a real friendly talk. It was so meaningful. I was afraid you would label me if I said who I am. I am looking forward to meeting you again in a short time. Let’s go to the restaurant on the corner of the main street next week to eat and drink to the miracle of Christmas and friendship.”
- Henry