Ante Scriptum (AS): I apologize for the line skips that make the whole thing a bit illegible, but I can't help it or not. I want to give you a simple tip here. With the lyrics everything is okay and with the poems, four lines each make up a stanza. In the event of deviations, a note is given beforehand.

The other day I was sitting in front of my computer again and thinking hard about what I could write to keep my promise to you. As I pondered and pondered a lot, I found something quite interesting. I hope you feel the same about it.

A (un) Christmas story

For Steffi

While this story deals with Christmas, as the name suggests, it's not one of those with a happy ending in sight. Nor is she one who deals with the beautiful and the good at Christmas. And yet, at its core, it is one of those phrase-laden narratives that have only one purpose: to entertain the reader.May the reader be aware that for me as an author his entertainment is the greatest good.

Now that we've clarified that, I'll give a warning to anyone who has decided to read on: Nothing that says here is made up, everything is true. If you don't believe this, it's your own fault and should then stop reading this book so as not to put your patience to the test.

So, and now to what the very patient are waiting for: the story.

The events that are described here happened exactly as they are here, without embellishment, sealing or abbreviation. It all started when some girl like that, let's call her Stefanie K., a good friend, let's call him Philip D., could induce her to write a Christmas story for her. 'Nice shit, where did he get into that again?' some will think now. That's exactly what Philip thought too. But a promise is a promise and with a girl as nice as Stefanie you just can't help it.So he immediately sat down and began to write. About Santa Claus, the elves, lots of presents, a curious boy, a love story, a visit, but everything didn't seem good enough to him until he finally gave up with resignation.

And this is where I come in, because now the really interesting part begins, in which I also play a role, just like YOU. Because now Philip said to himself why he doesn't just write nothing, apologize and then try to justify everything with writer's block. Well, that would be easy, but not very honorable and not very nice to Stefanie. And so his conscience told him to try harder. No sooner said than done, he wrote and wrote, ten pages, twenty pages, wrote and wrote until his hand ached. And he continued to write, a book, two books. Until he woke up and saw that he had only dreamed it all, the pixies, Santa Claus, the lovers. And that the screen in front of him was blank.Bad luck, I would say, if I weren't part of the story still waiting for my assignment. As I said, everything was just a dream, he hadn't put any ideas on paper and now he was running out of them. What did he do He asked me to help him. And since I'm nice, I said yes. Who I am? I am his mind. So I advised him to do what any other mind would have considered insane. But you have to remember, I was fogged by you. Who are you? Well you are his heart and soul. How you can see once again that the mind is not absolute. Anyway, I advised him to visit Stefanie. Not that that was my intention. But it was yours.

He obeyed, whatever should he do, his mind has the last word anyway. He got on the next train on the way to Tostedt. From there he took the bus to Welle. As luck would have it, it was Christmas Eve. Strange the way time goes by, isn't it? So Philip stood in front of Stefanie's door and knocked.And his heart was pounding. And his temple was throbbing. And I insisted that you finally take control of him. Suddenly the door opened and she stood there. Not at all surprised, just pretty. And she smiled and said:"Come on in!"And you controlled his feelings so that the only word he could get out:"I love you!"

Oops, did he really say that? No, of course not, that would be contrary to what I mentioned at the beginning. No, no, completely wrong, of course he said:"Hi, how are you? Sorry that I didn't call, just come on Christmas Eve, and that I don't have your story." one breath. And she was still smiling and begging him to come in first. So he came in and only now noticed that she was alone. The door closed behind him and she pushed him into the living room. Some with somewhat perverted ambitions will now think they know what's coming. Unfortunately I have to disappoint them.First of all, everything turns out differently anyway and, secondly, than you think. She offered him a few cookies, he declined with thanks, they talked a little, small talk about why he was here, why he was here, why she wasn't surprised at all, and so on. They talked and talked, forgetting the time, you know that. And then finally he said something that you probably whispered to him.

[i]"Do you really care that I don't have the story?" "Of course not, but you're here, that's much nicer! Even if I would have loved to read what you come up with for me, especially because I know your poems. "He nodded silently and looked into her eyes for a long time. And no, I have to disappoint the perverse ghosts again, nothing happened, no kiss, no hug, nothing that led further than mere kisses. He just looked at her and she looked back. And then he said:"I have a present for you!"And she also had a present for him.And they were happy about the presents, thanked them and both pressed a tear from their eyes with emotion. Finally Philip realized that he had to go home. And Stefanie was sad about it and cursed him.

You did the only right thing. You gave me a clap and he decided to stay after all. And so the one afternoon turned into a week and they both had a lot of fun, she introduced him to her boyfriend, showed him the village (which wasn't too much to see) and introduced him to a lot of people. It was a full week with a lot of laughing and joking. And no one noticed how it was coming to an end. Except for me. And on the Saturday after Christmas they both stood at the train station, looked at each other, hugged (no, it didn't happen anymore) and said goodbye. And he got on the train. And when he couldn't see her anymore, he started crying. And when the train blurred on the horizon, tears welled up in her eyes.And so it happened, as the Bible writers would say. I just say: If you would have always kept control over him.

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