ivan braginsky [ russia ] - 12 - tagged: no one
The small boy sat outside, holding the golden ticket tenderly. His sister had found it and given it to him, telling him he needed to face his fear of Christmas. He tightened his scarf, trying to keep the bitter cold out as best as he could. Though he didn't wish to go to the North Pole, he couldn't wait for the train to come. Hopefully it would be warm. Hearing a whistle go off far from where he was, he looked up, and gazed at the railroad tracks that lay in front of him.
The small boy sat outside, holding the golden ticket tenderly. His sister had found it and given it to him, telling him he needed to face his fear of Christmas. He tightened his scarf, trying to keep the bitter cold out as best as he could. Though he didn't wish to go to the North Pole, he couldn't wait for the train to come. Hopefully it would be warm. Hearing a whistle go off far from where he was, he looked up, and gazed at the railroad tracks that lay in front of him.






