I RECorded both voices.
Under my REmix file, you will find separate stems of each voiceover to make editing easier in case anyone wants to be the Alex to my Santa or the Santa to my Alex.
My name is Maxwell Edmonson. My friends call me ‘Max’ or ‘Hey, Maxxy Boy.’ My enemies call me much worse, I’m sure. And I have racked up quite a lot of enemies, if I do say so...
I take a bite of the crunchy graham cracker,
Melted chocolate-coated, gooey marshmallow confection,
Which is still warm inside my mouth,
And savor every bit that follows like it’s my...
The crackling flames act as our glowing nightlight
In the darkness
And aid in our attempts to prevent
Our cold, numb fingers from becoming frostbitten.
No cell phones.
No portable television.
No contact with the outside world whatsoever.
Just connecting with the outdoors,
Man to man,
One with nature.
Out here, away from...
INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY
SHARKLEY, age 45, is hovering over something that’s off-camera. He’s wearing a bullet proof vest, his uniform and is holding a pair of tiny scissors....
Sitting in the luminescent dark, on a cold, hard log
Watching the flames rise up to the stars
And feeling chills down our backs,
As the heat warms our faces.
We stay nice and cozy