I laid awake Christmas eve night, Only to think of what was waiting for me under that brightly lit tree. A tingle in my stomach made me quiver with excitment. My stocking was hung by a needle at the mantel of the fireplace, and a pile of presents that I could open in the morning, I thought, that is. What if I got a lump of coal because of the times I forgot Cookies and milk for Santa. The dread washed over me like the blankets on my bed which were noticably to tight. But I knew Santa wasn't real, and forgot about it. But somthing still seemed to bother me. I had remembered that I wrote a letter to my favorite Monkee Mike Nesmith and how I had waited for ever to get a letter back from him...and never got it. I opened the shade just a bit and stared long and hard at the snowflakes fluttering down creating a winter wonderland in my own yard. The clouds seemed to melt as they glowed under the hidden moon.
"Oh Mike, I whispered please write me back I would be the happiest person on earth if you would write me." I got up and flicked on the light and dug around in my drawer only to find one of my most charished pictures a black and white close-up of Mike. He was smiling and I I stared at it hard for at least a good 3 minutes, he seemed to smile bigger everytime. I looked away as a tear rolled down my cheek and hit the picture with a soft tapping sound. I flicked off the light and set the picture back on my dresser and soon cried myself to sleep.
I had a strange dream that I was sitting around at a Christmas dance, I spotted Micky dancing with my friend Amanda and Peter was dancing with my other friend Lisa (And he was making Nick pretty peed off.) Davy was dancing with me, we were having the best time until Mike walked in. I slowly let go of Davy and walked to Mike, He smiled at me and held out his hand. "Care to dance?" I just smiled as we glided across the floor. When the music stopped so did he. He leaned closer as if he were going to kiss me but then only whispered in my ear. "I will write to you." I awoke with a start and raced out to the front room. Sunlight poured the windows, I started pawing through my presents when I stopped I came across an envolope, It was written beautifully in black ink It said: To Brittney, I carefully opened it and read it, it said:
Love,
Mike Nesmith
P.S. Would you care to dance?
I melted at the sight of the three words Love Mike Nesmith. Then I remembered he said somthing about a present, I looked around and found a medium size box wrapped in glittery green paper. I opened it and began crying with joy. "His origanal green wool hat." I sobbed.
The End...Love Mike Nesmith
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