Saturday, December 23, 2006

Summer Christmas

It seems there is another writer of sorts in the house.

At school, there was an opportunity to write a story for Christmas. My 11 year-old wrote the following tome.

Did Mrs. Claus Save Christmas?
“Chris, my dear, you must go deliver those presents, I will feed you later!” Mrs. Claus said with a sigh.

Santa was lounging in his big red recliner watching TV, his belly hung out of his white T-shirt, and his socks went up to his knees; he looked pathetic. Santa was complaining about how if his big fat stomach didn’t get any food he would die, and he wouldn’t regret not going to deliver presents, if that was what he had to do to get some dinner.

“Dear, you need to stop being such a baby about this, when you get home I’ll have a big meal here waiting for you, besides you’re going to be eating all those cookies, that will fill you up ‘till you get home,” said Mrs. Claus lovingly.

Mrs. Claus went into the kitchen and to her surprise, she saw little Sally elf, with her little pink bow and her pink and brown argyle socks. Se was the smallest, yet sweetest elf around and you could count on her to do anything.

“Sally dear, what are you doing here washing all of these dishes?” Mrs. Claus asked.

“Well, I know how busy you are with you-know-who at this time of the year, so I thought it would be nice to help out,” Sally said.

“Yeah,” Mrs. Claus agreed, “He’s been a real pain, and I think I will just have to go deliver presents myself this year.”

Sally’s eyes sparkled as she said, “Just get a beard, some boots and his costume and you will be all set to go!"

Mrs. Claus decided to go ahead and try on her husband’s costume, and to her surprise, it fit her very well. She slipped on a pair of high-heeled black boots and headed out the door.

She had caught the elves just in time; they were loading up the sleigh. Mrs. Claus jumped into the sleigh, whipped the reindeer a few times and they flew off.

After a while, Mrs. Claus realized that she had no idea where she was going and she didn’t know what anybody wanted. She decided to turn the sleigh around. When she got home, Santa was waiting at the door for her. She jumped out of the sleigh and ran to hug him.

“How did you know where I was?” she exclaimed.

“I’m Santa,” he replied.

“So, will you go deliver the presents?” she pleaded.

“Yes I will, but DON’T FORGET about my dinner!”

She agreed and gave him a big Santa smooch. As he flew off into the night and exclaimed, “Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night! And don’t forget my dinner!”


Anonymous said...

Hey little girl,
I'm a publisher from New York and I just happened to see your story. I think I can pay you a million dollars for the copyrights to this good story.
I know your Grandmother, and you can get in touch with me through her.
The only stipulation is you have to hug her like you mean it or not.
]Your story is really good.
Sincerly Yours, I hope you know who I am.

Summer said...

It was a great and full of fun!I think it could pass as childrens book.They would just have to find a GOOD and I mean GOOD, artist.

(I wonder where they could find one of those!!!!)

Hint Hint: (my dad!!!!)

Anonymous said...

You are both blessed and talented. I enjoy reading and seeing all your artistic master pieces. Keep up the great work in 2007!