This is my first year in this contest, so please help me out by cheering loud and proud for all the participants. You'll have until this Sunday, December 14 to get your fill of as many holiday stories as you can. The finalists will be posted next Monday or Tuesday (15 or 16th) and then it will be time to vote for your favorite. You'll have until Thursday, December 18th at 5pm EST to vote. Have fun!
You'll have to visit Susanna's blog to get the official rules...she's the boss. But, here are a few general guidelines that I had to follow:
-No more than 350 words
-Based on a seasonal holiday
-Wild weather must impact the chosen holiday
It's a fun prompt, huh?! Maybe you'll join me?
Enjoy the story! May your holidays will be filled with fun, family, and lots of joy! (And nice weather.)
Hail the Holidays
By Carrie Charley Brown
With all the children in all the world, Santa received lots of requests. Some simple. Some sweet. Some strange and some impossible. Christmas letters flooded the North Pole’s mailroom.
“What’s this?” Santa stared at the Jack-o-lanterns, hearts, and Easter eggs flying off the envelope.
“Hmmm. I think I’ll start with this one.”
I only want one gift this year. Please send ALL holidays this Christmas. That’s all. Thanks!
“Ho, ho, ho! Now, I’ll have to think about that one!” Santa tucked the letter into his coat before setting out to see his reindeer.
A giant gust of wind greeted Santa and plucked the letter out of his pocket. Up, up, up it swirled until it reached Mother Nature.
“What’s this?” Inspired by the flurry of Jack-o-lanterns, hearts, and Easter eggs, Mother Nature brewed up the perfect storm.
“Jack-o-lanterns, jack of hearts, Valentines and Hallowed parts,
Line up rabbits! Get Jack Frost! Turkey! Santa! Lines are crossed!”
Mother Nature rolled her hands into a whirlwind sending holiday mementos into orbit. Then, with jazz hands held high, she threw the twirly mess into Jack’s front yard.
Jack awoke to something pelting the window.
“Santa?” He dashed to the window. Firework lightning blazed through the sky as Valentine chocolates and Hanukkah Gelt pounded the house.
By the time Jack reached the front yard, a Thanksgiving St. Patrick’s feast had stormed in. Pumpkin pie and stuffing showers splattered jigging Leprechauns. Jack took cover when the torrential downpour turned to Easter eggs and piñatas. An upside down tornado of pine branches swirled into place, sweeping the yard clean and leaving a perfect mammoth Christmas tree. Holiday packages brimmed from the bottom. But what was that? A Santa Claus tree-topper?
“Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas, Jack!” A familiar looking envelope drifted down, down, down. Jack plucked it out of the sky and tore it open.
I only have one request for you in the New Year. Enjoy each holiday when it comes and save December 25 for Christmas. That’s all. Thanks!