A Fairytale Christmas Story
Once upon a time, far from the land of BB guns, there was me, Rutherford B. Hasenpheffer, and like all boys (aged 6-12) I had a Christmas wish. I wanted a dragon (yes, you heard me, a dragon), one legendary, fire-breathing, winged lizard.
I badgered my parents night and day for a year, following them around the castle, begging for a dragon. “No,” they said. Repeatedly. Consistently. But I persisted, until somewhere around November they relented. So I found a baby dragon under the Christmas tree.
The only problem, the darn beast burned down the castle and now we’re homeless.
You are a young boy, between 6 and 12. Yes you are. Don't argue. What's most important to you? You can write in the context of Christmas dreams or post-Christmas realizations; just tell me what's meaningful to you at that age. (But be strong, and do not say "a Red Ryder BB Gun," because duh, that'll put your eye out.)
Your story may be serious or lighthearted or as silly as you like so long as it is 100 or fewer words. Post your stories to Genre Shorties.