I’ve told a lot of stories over the past few months. Stories from childhood, the high school days, working on movies, and many more. Thought being that it’s July and all, I’d share a Christmas story for my friends that live in the southern hemisphere. Get you in the holiday spirit.
The story is called “The Chris Miss Eve.” It’s a story about a young boy’s uncontainable joy and anticipation for the most exciting day of the year. That most exciting day being Christmas of course.
I wrote and illustrated The Chris Miss Eve when I was just five years old. It’s the very first story that I’ve ever written. My mother saved the story after all these years. However, there was one page that was ripped and torn, so I took the liberty to revise the page a little. I hope you enjoy.
HA! Got you, you dimwit dingalings! Well, maybe some of you new ones anyway.
It is a sweet story though, and it really is a story that I wrote back when I was five. Too bad I made a mess of it with the revised page and all. Just thought it could use a little polish.
I’ve always enjoyed kids’ artwork and stories. The misspelling of words, the crazy disproportions, and the brilliant colors. I love how kids draw scribbly, crooked lines all over the place. Wild and free. And then, well, somewhere in life someone comes along and insists that you have to draw within the lines. They tell you that colors should be colored a certain way for it to look right. You can’t draw a person with purple skin and give them green hair for god’s sake! So this is the Dimwit’s twisted way of encouraging you to draw outside the lines, choose whatever colors you like best, and never mind what you’ve been told in life, unless what you’ve been told has been something wonderful.
Boi oh boi. Sorry to pull a fast one on you. Merry Chris Miss to all, and to all a goodnight.