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the story of how christmas began isn't all faries and elves. the true story is in fact very grim....

it all began on the 25th december, thousands of years ago.
the day was average for most people but in a small town that nobody knew the name of, it was so unimportant, a boy was in his home reading a book. this boy was called nick. he didnt have any friends as he was a selfish and greedy boy. he had driven his parents mad and they finaly lost it one day and killed themselves. you would think thatthis would destroy nick, or at least upset him, but nick didn't care. in fact he was happy! he had gained his parents fortune and was living a life of luxury.
Nick cared for nobody but himself and helped nobody but himself. the day grew darker and soon it was night. Nick wanted to go to bed but a noise from outside made him curious. he went to his front door and opened it. A creature was stood in front of him. the shape was that of a man but it was completely black, it wasn't just the normal black but it was the kind of black that felt like it owuld lure you in and devour you. this empty darkness was what had kept Nick staring at the creature, instead of just shuting the door and running away. the black creature waved his hand and Nick saw it dissapear. he was relieved for a while but then panic cought him again as he realised that he wasn't by his house anymore. he was in a strange street that seemed empty at first but then nick noticed somebody lying on the frozen ground. Nick knew that the person was hurt, as he could see blood slowely drping from the person's chest.
Any normal person would go up to the person and try to help, but Nick just turned his back on the person and started walking, intending on finding his way home. the strange creature appeared before him again and waved it's hand once more. it dissapeared, but again nick found himself in a completely different place. he was now on a hill, close by were two villages. a small girl came up to him looking lost.
"please help me, ive lost my parents and im scared" the girl asked nick.
"find them yourself you filthy brat!" and nick turned to go to one of the villages, leaving the girl in tears. yet again the creature came before nick and, once more the creature waved it hand in front of him.
the creature had vanished and nick was in a palace. Nick was happier about coming to a palace as he felt more at home here than anywhere else. an ol man came up to nick and handed him a huge bag of gold coins then walked off. Nick didnt care why the old man had given him so much gold because it seemed that he could keep it. just then a knock cape at the door of the palace. nick went to open it when he saw that nobody else was. in front of him stood three children dressed in rags.
"please could you spare a few coins as we are hungry and poor?" one of the children asked. it wouldnt mattert if nick gave them some coins as he had so much of it now, but nick wanted it all and slammed the door in the childrens faces. his vision became blurred and then it came back and he realised he wan back in his home. the creature was there too and for the first time he spoke.
"you are so selfish and have never helped anyone before in your entire life." the creature's voice was so horrible that it would be a good voice for death. "you will forevermore give out gifts on this day, every year. the rest of the time you will be imprisoned in hell."
nick involintarily got up and was uddenly dressen in a long red coat and a big red hat. huge black boots appeared on his feet and a smile came onto his face. nick was terrified but couldnt stop. he went to his door and opened it. outside was a huge bag of presants waiting for him. he grabbed them and starte to do what the creature told him. by the end of the night he was giving out hundreds of gifts. when everybody had one he gained controll of his body again, but then the ground cracked and broke, and Nick fell into hell for one year, then he would come out and give out all the presants.
Nick couldnt ever break this cycle and he did that till the day he died. the people of the world carried on the tradition and it turned into a happy holiday, instead of the terrible task that nick was forced to do. at the end of his days, nich had grown a long white beard and understood that he had done wrong, but still he hated the demon that had stolen hiw life from him.