Ready or not, the holiday season is upon us. Are you a thriver or a surviver? I like to complain about Christmas craziness as much as the next person, but truth be told, I love this season of joyful chaos: the twinkling lights, the holiday music that drives my husband crazy, my children's effervescence, spending time with family and friends, and the foundation of love and generosity that underlies it all.
Oh, and did I mention the 3rd Annual Holiday Writing Contest, sponsored by Susanna Leonard Hill? Now there's some jolly good fun to ring in the season! The rules: write a children's story about a Holiday Mishap, mix-up, miscommunication, mistake, or potential disaster (a la Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer). Your story may be poetry or prose, silly or serious or sweet, religious or not, based on Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa or whatever you celebrate, but is not to exceed 350 words.
Be sure to stop by Susanna's blog, Something for Everyone in the World of Children's Books, to peruse all of the entries. After finalists have been selected, voting will take place starting December 16th, and winners announced on Thursday, December 19th.
I hope you enjoy reading my (330 word) entry as much as I enjoyed writing it!
THE FLIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
‘Twas a week before Christmas and all was not well.
While out on a test flight, the sleigh hit a swell.
An icy cold blast took St. Nick by surprise
and sent him careening through blustery skies.
Tossed this-a-way, that-a-way, capsized, upended,
a thought flashed before him as Santa descended:
What good are warm boots and a snazzy red suit,
if what you don’t have is a good parachute?
He called to his reindeer (though none were in sight),
“Come Dasher! Come Dancer! Be swift in your flight!
Come Prancer and Vixen! Come Comet and Cupid!”
But none of them came, and poor Santa felt stupid.
Through clouds of whipped cream, he kerplopped like a cherry;
his jolly demeanor, now somewhat less merry.
"HO HO HO!
READY OR NOT…
LOOK OUT BELOW!”
Unaware, until then, of the ill-fated flight,
the elves all looked up with their jaws dropped in fright.
Could it be? Yes, it was! Old St. Nick in free fall!
Those quick-witted elves wasted no time at all.
They worked as a team, without missing a beat,
to pile up snow, oh, at least fifty feet.
Would Santa Claus notice with everything white?
He needed a map he could read from great height.
So the elves in their hats of bright red and bright green
encircled the mound to make sure it was seen—
the red hats on one side, the green on the other.
At first they formed one word, and then came another:
the reds on the left side spelled L-A-N-D;
on the right were the green hats with H-E-R-E.
While Santa still dropped like a streak through the sky,
he saw this and gave a most gratified sigh.
He aimed, best he could, for the elves’ snowy mound
that cushioned his fall when, at last, he hit ground.
Nothing came close to the love Santa felt…
with a smile he said, “Guess I need a seat belt.”
© 2013 Michelle Heidenrich Barnes. All rights reserved.
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