Susanna Leonard Hill is hosting a Holiday Contest this week!
To participate: Write a children's story about a Holiday Mishap, mix-up, miscommunication, mistake, or potential disaster, not to exceed 350 words and posted by Friday December 13th at 11:59 PM EST Check out the full rules at her site. Her site has the links to the 700 other entries (plus or minus a few hundred) which are full of holiday cheer and laughs! Enjoy!
The idea came to me during PiBoIdMo, but the rest of the story had to noodle itself out the past few weeks while I've been shopping, wrapping, cooking and watching the Sound of Music for the 10th time. So on the last day... Here's my 349 word entry:
By Lauri Meyers
Cries of confusion filled St. Ive's Orphanage on Christmas morning.
"This strange sword has a hook on the end," Bobby complained.
"This nightgown is big enough for Santa," Maggie whimpered.
"Tsk, tsk," Sister Mary warned. "We are always thankful for gifts we receive."
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Sammy shook his present and shouted, "Sounds like a puzzle!" But when Sammy held up a tin of pistachios, even Sister Mary raised a surprised eyebrow.
"Time for our morning stroll." Sister Mary gathered hats and scarves. The children grabbed their gifts, happy to have something, no matter how unusual.
A gray-haired man wobbled along the sidewalk with a plastic sword.
"Are you a pirate?" Bobby called.
"Bobby! Manners, please," Sister Mary said. "This is Mr. Robert Stone from Ivy's Retirement Home across the street."
"I hoped for a cane, but Santa thought I had one more sword fight in me," Robert said. "En garde!"
Bobby raised his hooked sword for a duel.
"What a fine cane you have there," Robert said.
"Would you like to trade?" Bobby asked. Robert nodded and found the cane to be a perfect fit.
"Strange morning we've had," Robert said. "Santa gave Samuel here a puzzle, even though he's been near blind for 20 years."
"Only thing still working is my teeth!" Samuel laughed.
"Santa gave me nuts, and I wasn't even naughty," Sammy sighed. "I'd love a puzzle." They traded with toothy smiles.
"And Margaret has some frilly thing on her head she says is a sleeping cap," Bobby chuckled.
"I think your hat is lovely," Maggie said quietly, remembering her manners.
"I'm not really sure it's a sleeping cap," Margaret whispered and held up a tiny nightgown.
"Oh!" Maggie exclaimed. "I hoped for a nightgown that size, but Santa got me one for growing into."
"Perhaps this one would be useful, so you don't have to grow too fast," Margaret said and traded with Maggie. "Now, you must come over for hot chocolate!"
"Yes, Santa must have known we'd have guests. Our stockings were full of marshmallows," Robert said.
"What was in yours?"
"Don't ask," said Sister Mary.