![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Dec. 21st, 2009
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif){kind=small}
rp_shadesofgrayCharacter: Liz Sherman
Rating: G ( unless a little girl yelling at her Dad makes it not "G")
Word Count: 1200
Christmas Day - 20 years ago
I run hard when my dad calls me to come open Christmas presents, the slippery bits of my slippers sliding on the vinyl floor. “ Did he come? Did he come?” I’m bouncing up and down excitedly. If Santa came, that means he’s real and if he’s real that means maybe he’ll give me what I really want for Christmas. ( I don’t want anything really, I want something to go away. )
Rating: G ( unless a little girl yelling at her Dad makes it not "G")
Word Count: 1200
Christmas Day - 20 years ago
I run hard when my dad calls me to come open Christmas presents, the slippery bits of my slippers sliding on the vinyl floor. “ Did he come? Did he come?” I’m bouncing up and down excitedly. If Santa came, that means he’s real and if he’s real that means maybe he’ll give me what I really want for Christmas. ( I don’t want anything really, I want something to go away. )
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}