The worst christmas i've never had

Yes. This is a Christmas story. For the tournament. Enjoy!

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Part one: the best present ever.

I live waay out in the sticks, where no one has a xbox or playstation. But one lucky Christmas, I got a copy of minecraft, alongside a third hand xbox 360 who belonged to some kid who died or something. I popped in the game and started playing. I made a replica of my house and placed a sign above my bed, that said:

MY BED NO TOUCHING

I switched off the computer and fell asleep.

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Part two: Dreaming of Blocks.

During my fevered Christmas day sleep, I dreamed of food, and girls, but then I dreamt of something else. Something sinister. I woke in my minecraft world, in the bed with the sign above it. I was getting out of bed when a steve walked in. He noticed me and immediately the chat started spamming (don't ask me how I could see the chat. I JUST COULD.

Happyhaliboot132 - I THOUGHT I SAID STAY OUT OF MY BED!!! I then realised it was my minecraft sprite. I dodged past him outside, and my jaw dropped. There was a complete replica of a little town i'd never seen before. Walking through the town, I peeked in a window. There was another real kid there, playing on my third hand xbox. He switched it off and walked over to the window. He could see me. He pulled up his shirt slightly to reveal a deep stab wound. This was the kid that died. He opened his mouth and gave a mournful scream. Swinging around, there was a hideous man there, And he stabbed into my arm, I was screaming, and then it was Christmas eve again. I snuck outside and took the xbox, and I begun the long trek to the boys town. It was December 27 when I got there. I buried the xbox in the boys grave. I put him at peace. And that was the worst Christmas that I never had. Have a very merry Christmas to all.