April 29, 2005

Mattanory – Donkey Punch: Thursday 1–3pm on RaW 1251AM

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This week's Mattanory story had a magical Christmassy bent to it. Some might say it's untimely, others might say it's timeless. You decide:

Twas the Night Before Christmas by Matthew Briant aged 11
The boys didn't believe in Father Christmas. They lay waiting for their father to creep into the bedroom. Suddenly there was a noise in the chimney.
"W…what's…what's that?" stuttered Sean, the youngest of the three children. "I don't know," said Gavin meanfully. "Let's go and find out," said the adventurous voice of Neil, Gavin's twin brother. Neil thinks himself a bit of an Indiana Jones so he grabbed his torch and led the way downstairs.
"We'll try the lounge first," whisperedd Neil, "after all that's where the chimney is." So they marched in. Little Sean didn't know whether to be excited or scared, as a matter of fact he'd lost track of what they were doing but he soon remembered when Neil looked up the chimney for clues. "Nothing in the chimney," announced Neil. Meanwhile Gavin was trying to burn holes in the wrapping paper of his Christmas presents with his torch to see what they were. The boys were getting very tired now so Neil decided they all went to bed. After giving up his operation Gavin went to bed too.
Gavin and Neil fell asleep straight away but Sean was too excited to go to sleep so he just lay awake. Sean lay in bed thinking about Christmas and all of the presents he would get when he heard the jingle of bells. He immediately woke up the twins and they crept downstairs. They peeped into the lounge to see a red and white figure fly up the chimney. When it had gone the children walked into the lounge to find to find lots of presents. "Was that Father Christmas?" said Sean. "Could have been," Neil replied, "but let's go to bed now. We'll see what the presents are in the morning."
When they were in bed they looked out of the window and saw a sledge pulled by raindeer fly across the moon. Ever since that night the children have believed in Father Christmas.

Imagine it's being read by David Bowie and you'll hear Aled Jones wailing in the background.

Merry Christmas one and all.

Matt xx


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