Dragon Heart Part 1

I never much liked Christmas. Tons of old rellies patting you on the head and saying how much you've grown. And i hate Roast Dinner, slimy chicken and yucky vegetables. I much rather New Year, because every new year i tell a a story, the same story as last year, and the year before, and all the years before that. It still thrills me to tell it, even these 53 odd years later, its still crystal clear, probably because i think of it of it so much, its the root of my thoughts, life, dreams.
And now I'm going to tell it to you.
It was late December, my family didn't celebrate Christmas, so we had no lights up, no Christmas Tree, i secretly loved Christmas though, or what i knew of it back then. A few days before Christmas i went out o a walk by myself, i put on my thick duffer coat and padded walking boots, the snow was crisp under my feet and the street lights set an eerie glow where the festive lights did not reach. The town seemed so boring that night, i closed my eyes and kept walking, i could sense the way, i opened my eyes and turned towards the woods, i head a rustle in the bushes behind me, Sophie Goodbody, i turned round and did my "Think-I'd-Fall-For-That?" face, then i turned around and sprinted into the woods, a huge grin spread across my face as the air slapped my face and the wind whistles past my ears, my hair was billowing back, then BOOM, lights out.