a greasers christmas

 

I walked outside the front door to a pleasant surprise, white flakes falling from the sky, it was snowing!. Looks like we were going to have a white Christmas after all. It was Christmas Eve, pony was still fast asleep and darry had gone to work hours earlier. It was up to pony and I to get Christmas dinner prepared for the gang. Every Christmas the gang would come to our house for and goof around, seeing that none of us have a family that loves us or even a family at all. Even sandy, my girlfriend, comes over for an hour or so, but the boys always stay the night, we love sharing happy memories from our childhood and exchanging gifts, nothing flashy of course, just what we were able to afford, we where grateful with whatever we got, coming from a greaser, you could give us a dead frog on Christmas and we would still be filled with Christmas spirit. Christmas is a time for us greasers to get together and spend time with our family, not our real family, the people who really count, our true family, the gang.

“Pony boy Curtis, get out a bed and come with me to buy dinner!” I yelled in pony’s direction               

 “I’m coming, I’m coming!, hold on soda” he replied briskly. Minutes later I could hear pony’s footsteps emerging from the hallway, ponyboy had combed his hair back like usual and had been wearing his usual denim jeans and sleeveless t-shirt    “you do know it’s snowing out pony, go put a jacket on kid”                                                                                                   

“heck soda, I’ll be fine, we need to get a move on let’s just go”                                                      

 “ oh, alright but if you get a cold kid, it’s on you”  we stepped onto the white mush that covered the road and started heading for the grocer, the gang all had contributed 15% of their weekly pay to the Christmas fund from the start of November. This was so that on Christmas day, us greasers could look forward to a huge Christmas feast. I had asked sandy to meet me at the grocer to come back and help with the cooking, pony and I aren’t exactly amazing cooks, last year we burnt the turkey and ended up dropping the peas all over the floor. Having sandy there hopefully would prevent any disasters from happening again, and I love her company anyways, cooking with my two favorite people, sandy and pony seemed like a great way to spend Christmas Eve.

When we came close to the grocer, I could see sandy standing in front of the shop, chewing gum and smoking a cigarette, sandy lit up the street , I could of seen her from a mile away.   “Sandy!, sandy!, over here!” I called, her eyes moved in our direction, I could see that she was starting to run toward me so I ran until she was in my arms “merry Christmas doll “she said                                                            

   “ jeez sandy, you’re freezing!” I pulled her in closer “let’s get you inside.”  As We entered the warmth of the grocer I could hear a few kids standing in line whisper about us being greasers, but not even that could of spoiled my good mood so I just ignored it and carried on to the counter. I let sandy order what we needed while pony and I stared off into space or in my case stared at sandy whilst she ordered.

Once we got what we needed, we started to walk home in the snow. I held sandy’s hand and sung Christmas carols to pass the time. I noticed pony shivering like crazy so I took off my coat and handed it to him “gosh, thanks soda.” When we arrived  home, I took sandy’s coat and hung it up as well as taking my coat off pony and hanging that up as well, sandy went straight to the kitchen and started to cook. “Do you need my help Hun?” I asked                                                                

“naa doll, ill manage, I’ll call you if I need you.” I made my way to the living room and put Mickey on the television, while pony did who knows what, probably read a book or something. I soon found myself drowsing off. i awoke to the sound of two-bits laugh and the smell of turkey . “Have a good sleep doll?” sandy whispered                                                                                                      

  “Yeah, how long was I out??”                                                                                                      

 “About four hours” two- bit answered “not come to the table, we all are so hungry we could eat a horse” 

I stood up and sat at the set table. Sandy walked toward me “I better get home to my sister doll”       

  “okay Hun, come by tomorrow"                                                                                                                                                                   “yeah, ill come around midday “ she bent down and gave me a kiss goodbye 

“ merry Christmas soda"

“ merry Christmas sandy” I replied as she walked out the door , everybody sat down and dug in, us greasers don’t care about  “ table manners” so we all looked like a pack of dogs. Darry shared what he remembered from when mom and dad where alive, he told us of the times that mom and dad used to take darry pony and I to the country and I started to tear up. The rest of Christmas was spent telling stories and watching the Christmas specials on television. We exchanged gifts which were mostly poorly handmade and we crashed at about two in the morning. Spending Christmas with the gang is my favorite time of the year. It makes us remember that we are all family and that we have each other.

sodapop curtis- description

Sodapop Curtis

  Soda pop Patrick Curtis or  "Soda," is the middle Curtis boy,Pony boy's older brother and darrys younger brother . He's said to be "movie star handsome," the kind of handsome that you would stop on the street to watch go by. he has silky, dark  hair that he combs back with hair grease, dark brown recklessly, dancing eyes and a  grin that you can't help but love.  He dropped out of high school at 16 to help darry pay for the bills by  working at the local gas station with his best friend , Steve, fixing cars. It's also said  that soda  attracts girls like flies to honey. Girls, both soc and greasers will get gas there just to stare and flirt with him. 

He is idolized by his younger brother, Pony boy, and feels torn between both brothers, "like tug-a-war."

 Soda pop is dating, a greaser girl, Sandy near the beginning of the book, but later brake up because her  parents didn't approve of the idea of Soda marrying her.

 Sodapop enjoys racing, fighting, dancing, and basically anything that would blow off      steam. When asked by his younger brother why he liked to fight, he simply replied that it  was fun and a challenge for him.

the outsiders- pony boy diary entry

 dear diary

 I just cant believe the things that have happened over the past couple of days. Just the other night , johnny, dally and i had been at the drive in talking to cherry valance, just the other night darry had hit me, just the other night johnny had killed that soc..... johnny and i haven't seen the gang in what seems like forever.The closest thing us boys have to family is each other, that's why we look out for each other and would do anything for a member of the  gang, the boys are all i have got, without them i don't know where i  would be. The thing is that the gang stick together through thick and thin, we consider each other as brothers ,i miss two bits sense of humour, i miss darrys bossiness, i miss Steve, heck i even miss dally, but most of all i miss my brother Sodapop.

 I look up to soda more than anyone else in the gang, soda seems to listen and understand almost anything, that's the difference between darry and soda, darry doesn't understand anything that isn't hard fact. that's why i love soda more than anyone else, sometimes even more than i loved mum and dad, he is always happy and can lift your spirits in a heartbeat , whereas darry is always serious and angry. Soda is handsomer than anyone i know, a kind of movie star handsome, the kind that you would stop on the street to watch go by, when soda is working at his job in the gas station, the place is always filled with soc and greaser girls, all flirting with soda, even cherry valance had called him a doll. unfortunately for them, soda pop is taken, he has a girlfriend sandy, a greaser girl who he tells me he wants to marry someday. 

being a greaser is tough, you cant walk the streets without a blade or even a gun as a method of self defence, you cant walk outside without having "greaser!" yelled at you from by-passers in cars, which doesn't make you feel so hot. The socs and greasers don't really get along. just the other day i had been jumped by those blasted socs, lucky darry and soda had seen and rescued me, or those socs would or cut off my tuff hair, wouldn't of mattered now though, with my hair the way it is, cut short and bleached blonde, i know i look lousy but johnny had to do it, with our descriptions in the paper and all, i aint gonna blame him, we cant be recognized or johnny might be put in the electric chair for murder, and soda and i would be put straight in a boys home. 

the thing that bothers me the most about the socs is the fact that they've had everything handed to them on a silver platter,and still they break the law just for kicks. You see the only reason us greasers break the law is for survival, for instance, just the other night, johnny had killed that soc out of self defence, they would of killed me, and johnny saved my life, just shows what a great buddy he is, and that a greaser would risk his life to save a member of the gang. 
~ ponyboy Curtis