Boyle's A Modern Christmas Carol is an entertaining read. I
loved the choice of name for her main character - Grimson could be a
character straight out of Dickens, and in true Dickensian tradition
he lives up to his name. Emily has made good use of simile, coming up
with some unusual associations - I particularly liked the description
of the roof of the house, 'as pointy as the tip of your pencil.' A well-deserved
Margaret Murphy (Best selling author
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winters never brought any snow. Not like the old days. The Christmas
sales had already started and it was only Christmas Eve! Grimson walked
down the high street, past the shops that were filled with shoppers
looking for last minute presents. A young lady with an arm full of presents
bumped into Grimson on the pavement.
“Look where you are going!” growled Grimson.
“Sorry,” said the young women, “where is your festive
“Bah, Christmas –I hate it. Crackers!”
Grimson hated Christmas. And Easter. In fact any celebration that stopped
him earning money.
Grimson was 54 years old. He had lived in Belfast all his life. He was
a manager of a bank. It was the most famous of banks in the whole of
Belfast. Grimson had long greasy untidy hair. The colour of his hair
was dark brown with odd grey hairs lurking about. As for his beard well
that was probably the worst part of all. It his most of his face with
last nights mash potato and gravy stuck in it. He was about 6ft tall
but quite broad. He had very bony fingers along with very bony arms.
He walked with a sort of rhythm as his feet touched the ground. When
he walked it was like he was walking in slow motion. He had a voice
like no other. It was deep but yet soft, high but yet low. Every time
Grimson spoke it was a surprise to hear what tone of voice he would
speak in. He wore a white shirt; a dark green tie; a dark green sleeveless
cardigan with old black trousers. Grimson didn’t just put people
down with his moodiness it was also the dark colour of the clothes he
Grimson’s house was at the very end of the
alley where most people used to cut through to the High Street. His
house was very tall and the roof was as pointy as the tip of your pencil.
On each window were bars like on a prison cell and the gutters were
half hanging off. There was a bucket that was already overflowing from
the water coming from the gutter. Inside the house was filthy. Thick
layers of dust built up on almost everything. In the sink were piles
and piles of cups and plates, which had, grew mould on them. The front
door had a very unusual doorknocker on it. All the paint had all been
chipped off to make it a very untidy place to visit.
Grimson had just sat down to his morning paper when
there was a sudden knock at the door. He put down his paper until a
second knock. He went to open the door but only a quarter of the way
because he was so surprised that he even had a visitor. It was Phillip
his nephew. Grimson just walked back to his newspaper and left Phillip
standing in the doorway.
“Bah, Phillip,” said Grimson.
“Can I come in uncle?” asked Phillip.
“Bah crackers,” shouted Grimson. Phillip shrugged his shoulders
and came in anyway.
“Uncle mum said would you like to come for dinner tomorrow?”
“Christmas Bah crackers!” shouted Grimson
“So you don’t want to come then uncle?” asked Phillip
“If you think that I’m coming to celebrate a time were people
are joyful and merry over a time that isn’t joyful or merry and
doesn’t bring joy to me or to any other normal people you can
think again!” he roared.
Grimson went back to his paper once again and that’s when Phillip
decided enough is enough and then he left. After Grimson finished his
paper he made himself a nice hot cup of coffee and took himself to bed.
That very same night something very strange happened
to Grimson. He was fast asleep when a gust of wind suddenly woke him.
Grimson woke up and was surprised to see a white figure standing in
front of him.
“Who are you? “ asked Grimson looking rather frightened.
“Why I am the ghost of Christmas past and future. You have been
a very selfish man Mr Grimson and its time I taught you a lesson. Lets
go back to the last ten years Grimson.” Said the spirit. Grimson
just stood there in shock as the spirit took him back to the 90’s
to show him what a fool he’d been the last 10 years. The spirit
brought Grimson to the year 2000 were everyone was so happy about the
New Year, but from Grimson the same old man, there was no change - the
same old grumpy man he always was. Then he brought him to more disappointing
years until the spirit took Grimson to the cemetery to a gravestone
that read Mr Grimson 1948-2006.
“Please spirit tell me this isn’t true?” wailed Grimson.
“Oh this is all true because we all die in the end but if you
learn to be good and try to be happy always then you will get a lot
more out of your life and maybe even live longer.” said the spirit,
“Oh and one more thing please make the most of your Christmas
and all of the rest to come,” the spirit added.
“Don’t worry I will be the most jolly and happy man alive,”
said Grimson staring round at the rest of the cemetery.
Grimson turned round and the spirit disappeared but Grimson also disappeared
and found himself in his dressing down dancing in the middle of the
street. He danced until dawn and by that time he had all the people
out dancing with him. Then everyone went inside to spend Christmas with
each other and unwrapping presents and so did Grimson. He got out his
best clothes combed his hair so it was very neat and then he walked
up and down the street listening to the squeals of children tearing
of paper and finding toys and allsorts of gifts. Grimson was walking
with his head held high and he was no longer hunched over he walked
with his shoulders back and with a huge smile on his face.
Grimson went to Phillip’s house and asked, “Is that invitation
still open for dinner today?”
“Of course,” said Phillip, “why don’t you join
“Sure,” he answered. Inside was a gift waiting for him.
“Open it,” said Phillip.
“I can’t,” said Grimson.
“Why not?” asked Phillip.
“Well I never bought you anything so that’s a bit unfair
isn’t it?” answered Grimson.
“Uncle just seeing you like this, you’re a changed man that’s
a good enough gift to me,” said Phillip.
Then Grimson began to tear off the paper and inside was a red woolly
scarf, which Grimson was never seen without it. They all enjoyed Christmas
day with a lovely Christmas dinner. From that day on Grimson was a changed
man he was never narky and he always wore his red scarf and every year
shared a great Christmas with Phillip.
By Emily Boyle 6MM
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