O.o... WHOA! I UPDATED! Sorry for the late update. I knew what I wanted to do with this chapter way back in December when we were preparing for our Christmas concert in choir. Thats where I figured out how to do this chapter.. while I was singing about snowflakes and Santee Clawes! Meooooww! wtf?



Darry picks up Sodapop and carries him out of the church. Ponyboy, Dallas and Johnny follow Darry through the front entrance.

All of the people watched them leave. After the doors to the church shut the play resumed. An hour and a half later, when the play was over, they held a short sermon. The Preacher man was standing behind his podium. They had prayer requests- and to much of everyone's surprise the redheaded girl at the front of the church said that she wanted to pray for Sodapop. Everyone was shocked into silence.

Suddenly there is a loud bang. Everyone turn around in their pews.

A teenage boy staggers in, wearing jeans, a leather jacket, and dirty old cowboy boots. He's holding a bottle of Bourbon and has a bible under his arm.

He staggers down the aisle until he gets to the front of the church. He then stops and turns around, facing all the people in the pews. The preacher looks the drunken teen up and down but doesn't say anything.

Suddenly the drunken teen throws his arms up in the air and drops the bible.

"PRAISE DA LORD-D!" he shouted.

The preacher man looks pissed off now. He's getting sick of worthless hoodlums coming in the church and acting the fool.

"Alright, I've had enough of this! Come on let's get you back to the dumpster of a house that your drunkass crawled out of this morning," He said, pulling Two-bit toward the doors of the church.

"YOU BETTER WATCH OUT, GET OUT OF THE WAY! BE SURE THAT HIS SLEIGH AIN'T COMING YOUR WAY! GANGSTA SANTA'S RUNNIN' YOU DOWN~!" He sang as he pulled out of the preachers grasp and dodged out the doors.

The preacher man stands there looking shocked.


*~Soda Got Run over by a Reindeer~**~Soda Got Run over by a Reindeer~**~Soda Got Run over by a Reindeer~**~Soda Got Run over by a Reindeer~**~Soda Got Run over by a Reindeer~*


Soda woke up when we got home. Darry kept asking him what was wrong with him and why did he do it. But Sodapop kept saying that he didn't remember any of it. He just remembers watching the play and then going home.

"Sodapop Patrick Curtis, are telling me you don't remember standing there, in the middle of the church, preaching all that nonsense to everyone?"

Sodapop sighs, looking annoyed. "That's exactly what I'm saying. I don't remember any of that."

"Soda, don't you just stand there and lie to me! You know damn well that you didn't just up and forget! This is the most ridiculous crap I've ever heard!"

No it's not, I thought to myself, It's all Santa's doing!

He's the one causing all of this.

"You know what, I'm through with this! I hate to do this on Christmas Eve, but you leave me no choice. Sodapop… GO TO YOUR ROOM AND THIK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE!"

"B-but, Darry I…"

"NO BUTS! You don't even see how what you did is going to affect us. You basically mocked your little brother's mental disorder in front of the whole town!"


Soda turns to me with a frantic look on his face. "Ponyboy I would never do that!"

"I know you wouldn't, Sodapop. It was Santa! Santa made you do it! He's also the reason you can't remember!" I said, hoping that Sodapop would believe me. All Sodapop did was give me a funny look.

I turn to Darry.

"Stop yelling at Soda. He didn't know what was going on at the time. Santa had a hold on him,"

Darry's look softens and he starts gently leading me over to the couch.

"Pony, maybe you ought to sit down a while. I think your meds are backfiring…"

"NO!" I said, pulling out of his grasp. I will not be quieted when I am trying to save their lives. "You need to listen to me! Soda didn't mean to do what he did. It wasn't his fault!" I half yelled.

Suddenly Darry turns red and explodes.


I could feel hot tears running down my cheeks. I wasn't the only one who had noticed how distant Sodapop had become lately.

I let out a short sharp breath. I felt like I had just been slapped. I could hardly believe it. I couldn't believe that Darry would be so blunt when saying something like that. Who knew he could be so cruel?

My chest felt tight. I felt like I was gonna be sick.

What does it matter to them though?

In their eyes I'm sick even when I'm well…

I walked away from Darry and sat on the couch. I crossed my arms across my chest.

I just couldn't believe it. They prefer the possibility that I'm crazy over the possibility that Santa is real.

God, it even sounds crazy to me.


Maybe there really is something wrong with me…

I lay down on the couch, curled up in a little ball, looking up at the Christmas tree covered in all the ornaments from the years before that my parents picked out.

I found myself remembering all the good times we to have over the holidays. We always got lots of presents and mom made delicious pies. We'd go caroling and everything was great. There was never any fighting like there was this Christmas. Everything used to be so simple. Back in those days I didn't have any worries.

I wish I could go back to those days.

Oh, how I long for those days when we were younger and could open our presents and not have to worry about money.

I wish I could go back to the days when I was a little kid.

But those days are gone now.

And so am I.


*~Soda Got Run over by a Reindeer~**~Soda Got Run over by a Reindeer~**~Soda Got Run over by a Reindeer~**~Soda Got Run over by a Reindeer~**~Soda Got Run over by a Reindeer~*


I lay right there on the couch for hours, unmoving. I just lay there staring up at the Christmas tree. Sodapop came and sat down next to me after a while. I don't know what time it was, probably sometime around eight or nine.

Sodapop had come and sat down at the end of the couch where my feet were. For a split second I felt bad for taking up so much space on the couch, but then I got over it.

"Ponyboy, you ok?" He asked.

I didn't even bother to take my eyes off the Christmas tree. I answered back with a nod, still remembering things from Christmas pasts.

"You wanna come to bed?"

I remember the Christmas when I was six. Dad got me a toy train. Mom got me a Barbie doll. I had asked for it that year and dad wasn't too sure if it was a very good idea, but mom got it anyway. In fact she got all three of us Barbie dolls, Darry, Soda, and I.

On new-year we decided to play Barbies together. Soda and Darry kept joking around about the Barbies having special powers and all that; I put my Barbie inside of my toy train and ran it into the wall. Dad suddenly appeared in the doorway and congratulated me on successfully turning it into a man's toy.

That was a great Christmas.

I shook my head at Sodapop.

He sighed and walked away.

I started to wonder when Johnny was gonna come back. When we left the church he walked home. He said that he was gonna check on his folks and then come over later. That was hours ago, though! He should have been over here by now.

I sighed.

I guess he'll get here when he gets here.


*~Soda Got Run over by a Reindeer~**~Soda Got Run over by a Reindeer~**~Soda Got Run over by a Reindeer~**~Soda Got Run over by a Reindeer~**~Soda Got Run over by a Reindeer~*



After laying here for a long time I started to sing Christmas Carrols in my head.

Then after a while I started to get pissed off.

"He sees you when you're sleeping. He knows when you're awake. He knows if you've been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake!"

How dare he? He's just sitting up there at the North Pole watching us like some kind of pervert!

Then he just comes down here in that big bulkyassed sleigh and runs people over! This will not stand! Somebody has to do something about this!




What am I gonna do though?

Oh, I know! I'm gonna catch Santa!

And after I catch him, I'm gonna interrogate him! Yeah! And then I'll torture him till he agrees to stop toying with people's lives!


*~Soda Got Run over by a Reindeer~**~Soda Got Run over by a Reindeer~**~Soda Got Run over by a Reindeer~**~Soda Got Run over by a Reindeer~**~Soda Got Run over by a Reindeer~*


Johnny's Point Of View

I sat down on the old, beat up junkyard car seat under the big maple tree in the back of the lot. I shivered.

The wind is really strong. It's snowing real hard and the crazy wind is blowing all the snow directly at me, making my new bruise numb up a little bit.

I just got the bruise from my father. I had gone home, hoping to find… well, I don't know what I was hoping to find. Is it bad if I though this year would be any different from the last?

I know it's stupid to expect them to suddenly change. I don't even know what I was thinking, merry Christmas. A day full of presents and happiness. No arguing. No fighting of any kind. Singing, laughter, cheers; all the things that having a merry Christmas is supposed to consist of.

Who was I kidding? Things like that only happen at the Curtis house and heaven knows that my house is about as far from the Curtis house as they get.

What I wouldn't give to have what Ponyboy has right now, I absently thought.

I had Goosebumps and the hairs on my arms were standing at attention. I wrapped up a little tighter in the little red winter jacket that I got out of the school lost and found before Christmas break. It wasn't mine. I don't know whose it was. But I'm pretty sure whoever it was didn't mind anyway. It looked about as out of style as they come.

Even though I had the jacket on I was still freezing. The wind was cutting through the jacket like it was nothing but a piece of paper. I felt my teeth start chattering, something that I thought only happened to cartoon characters.

The snow had gotten into my shoes, they were wet. I couldn't even feel my toes anymore.

What I wouldn't give to be in Ponyboy's shoes right now. He's probably sitting up in bed waiting for Santa to come. Sodapop lying next to his, keeping him warm all through the night.

I suddenly remembered a song that Ponyboy and I used to always sing together on Christmas.

The best time of the year: when everyone comes home.

With all this Christmas cheer it's hard to be alone…

Ponyboy's Point Of View

I lay there remembering the song that Johnny and I used to sing on Christmas when Dallas walked in from the cold. He was carrying a big black trash bag over his shoulder. I don't even wanna know what's inside of it.

Dallas looks around for a second, confused.

"Where's Johnny?" He asked sitting the big plastic bag down in Darry's recliner.

"He went to see how his folks were doing a while ago. He should have been back by now." I said, not taking my eyes off the tree.

I could feel Dallas staring at me.

Finally Dallas walks back outside into the snow. The door slams behind him.

Putting out the Christmas tree with friends who come around, that's all I want when Christmas comes to town.

Johnny's Point Of View

Presents for the children, all wrapped in red and green,

All the things I'd heard about but never really seen.

Ponyboy's point of view

No one will be sleeping on the night of Christmas Eve

Hoping Santa's on his way~

Suddenly I heard a loud clonking sound on the roof.

I nearly stopped breathing.

Santa's here, I thought excitedly.

I jumped up off the couch and ran into the bathroom. I looked around for something, anything that might be strong enough to tie Santa up in. I couldn't find anything. So at the last minute I grabbed the ratty old towel off the towel rack and ran into the dining room- that's where the fireplace is- just in time to see the black boots touch down on the ashes.

When Santa's sleigh bells ring I listen all around.

Johnny's Point Of View

I'd be able to stay out here all night, if only my head would quit hurting.

If only I could feel my toes.

If only I could move my hands.

It's so could that it's warm and so warm that I feel like I might burst into flames at any minute.

…Ice cold flames that freeze me up and make me warm again…

I can picture myself lying out there on the icy ground of Antarctica, sustaining. Only instead of warming up I'm freezing up and that just makes me warmer and warmer until I think I'll die if it gets any colder.

It was a funny thought. I would have laughed if I could only remember how.

The Herald angels sing

Never hear a sound.

And all the dreams of children once lost will all be found

That's all I want when Christmas comes to town.

That's all I want… when Christmas comes… to town~


I felt a sharp pain radiate through my entire body and…

I felt my eyes getting heavier and heavier.

I didn't fight it.

I went to sleep right there in the snow.

Still, Still, Still…

You can hear the falling snow

For all is hushed the world is sleeping

Silent star, its watch it's keeping

Still, still, still,

Dream, Dream, Dream

All is still on this night

Now that I think about it, this chapter is kinda like a shout out to my friend Kelly. (She's in my choir class)


BTW, H8Trs Reviews are welcome.

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