A Christmas Story Prologue Demo
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Holman Indiana. It clings precariously to the underbody of Chicago. Like a barnacle clings to the rotting hulk of a tramp steamer on the far horizon beyond the railroad yards and the great refinery tanks lay our own mysterious private mountain range, dark and mysterious cold and uninhabited. The steel mill stacked like malignant dominoes against the steel gray skies. Early December has seen the first of the great blizzards of that year. The wind howling down out of the Canadian Wilds. A few 100 miles to the north screamed over frozen Lake Michigan and hit Homan laying on the town, great drifts of snow and long story high icicles and subzero temperatures where the air crackled and sang streetcar wires creaked under a caked ice and kids plotted to school through 45 mile an hour winds tilting forward like tiny fur radiator ornaments. But over it all like a faint thin offstage course was the building excitement. Christmas was on its way each day was more exciting than the last because Christmas was one day closer, lovely, beautiful, glorious Christmas around which the entire kid year revolved downtown Homan was prepared for its yearly bucca of peace on earth and goodwill toward men.