Parody Jingle Bells 소설 & 이야기

My mother had opened the door for me and Arthur, and now my father has done the same for William. My father has no idea who William is, so he was astonished to see him. Well! William M introduces himself, and after thirty minutes... While waiting for Mrs. Jamarreon to introduce the game, everyone sat down. "It should go with the jingle bells rhyming pattern." She said this, and everyone in the room nodded in agreement. "One, two, three...go!" My mother declared in a clear voice. "Jingle Bells!" Arthur said with a smile.

I knew I might get sick anytime soon but I really want to enjoy the moment to the fullest. “Jingle bells, jingle bells..” Brian groaned. “Oh no.” “Jingle all the waaay..” He caught up, walking beside me now, shaking his head. “You’re off-key.” “That’s part of the charm.” “Is it?” “Yes.” I bumped into him playfully. He bumped back. “Oh what fun it is to..” He joined in suddenly, loudly and dramatically. “ RIDE IN A ONE-HORSE OPEN SLEIGH..”

The gems lit up, began their opening notes. Rain shivered as unearthly music, barely heard and intensely felt, vibrated in the air. Designed to physically pleasure the listener, the sounds shivered with the radiance of the aurora, seductively sweet. Piercing. Addictive. Rain shivered. She hadn’t meant to make the Bell. It was supposed to be a gate key, a door to the Dark Lands that would allow her to take a peek without being trapped. She realized too late that one actually had to go the Dark Lands before it could be set, which was problematic, since she’d had no intention of applying for her green card. By then she’d been addicted, unable to abandon her seductive little toy. The idea of it

You're not getting jealous over that, are you? [Come on, don't be mad. For our honeymoon, I'll whisk you away to your beloved Florenza.] ... However, it was not just him. I had a pile of anonymous emails waiting. They were videos from Janet's birthday bash. On June fourth, there he was, arm around Janet, slicing her birthday cake. The same men who used to call me Ms. Jones were then eagerly calling her Mrs. Gordon. My eyes turned icy, and just then, a chat notification popped up.

I'd doubled down on my peach ruffle monstrosity, my ribbon-tangled hat jingling every time I moved, heart-shaped sunglasses sliding down my nose. Melody—still our unofficial ringleader—had upgraded her ringmaster look with a red cape made from an old curtain and was conducting the entire group with her wooden spoon baton. "Left! Right! Spin—careful with the bellies!" she yelled. Ten of us (Tara, me, and the eight girls) attempted the move at once. It looked less like choreography and more like a flock of tipsy flamingos in a windstorm. Bellies bumped, hats toppled, ruffles tangled. And more importantly, laughter exploded.

Bell reached for my hand, her grip firm yet gentle. "We would never harm you." I was at a loss for words, so I simply nodded, my head nodding like noddy. Make way for Noddy...NODDY! He toots his horn to say, beep, beep, beep. Make way for Noddy...NODDY! Come on out and Play. "Adie? Adie?" I could hear Bell's frantic voice and I shook my head coming back to reality. For a moment all of a sudden, I remembered my childhood favorite cartoon.

I blinked at the bright banners fluttering in the breeze, the flashing lights chasing one another in endless circles, the laughter of children spilling into the air like confetti. “Uh, Jane,” I said slowly, glancing around at the towering Ferris wheel, the carousel horses glimmering gold under the sun, and the rows of game booths screaming Win Me! with oversized teddy bears dangling from ropes. “This doesn’t look like a place that sells ice cream.”

At least they couldn’t disagree if they weren’t talking. Mrs. Peterson had hot cocoa ready for them when they reached her house at the end of the third block, and Memory gulped it down, letting it burn her tongue like her latte and warm her insides. Her cheeks were frozen, but the heat from the drink did little to thaw them. Still, it was much appreciated by everyone, particularly Lorelei, who sang a solo rendition of “Jingle Bells” for the Peterson family to show her thanks. Once all of the cups were collected, the party crossed the road to head back to the square. “Halfway there,” Dak said, offering his hand to help Memory over the ditch to the street.

Everyone chorused. “GO!”

We can't sing. "So I put my hands up, They're playing my song, And the butterflies fly away, Noddin' my head like, yeah, Movin' my hips like, yeah, I got my hands up, They're playin' my song, You know I'm gonna be okay, Yeah, it's a party in the USA, Yeah it's a party in the USA" we screamed in all the wrong notes causing both of us to laugh as the wind from the windows blowed in our hair. -