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Susanna Hill’s is hosting a Christmas Holiday Hero contest. Check it out here!
Here is one of my entries! The Perfect Tree “Amos,” Mama said as she straightened his coat, “I have to stay with the baby. So, it’s your job to find us the perfect tree. And, don't forget to look after your sister.” Amos grinned. He wouldn’t let Mama down. Grabbing Amelia’s hand, Amos tugged his sister along to catch up with their dad. “How about this one, Dad?” Dad shakes his head, “It has a hole.” Releasing Amelia’s hand, Amos points, “That one?” “Too many brown needles.” Dad calls as he crossed to another row. Amos nods then scans the trees. Wait. Where was Amelia? Amos spins. “Amelia!” A giggle comes from several rows over. Amos trots toward the sound. No Amelia. “Amelia!!!” There, was that the pink of her jacket? A tractor filled with people chugs into Amos’ path. He skids to a halt. Merry chatter fills the air. But no sign of Amelia. Swerving around, Amos continues searching. Row after row, no little sister. His heart gallops faster than his feet. What if he can’t find her? Suddenly, branches to his right rustle. Purple polka-dotted boots peek out from under the needles. Amos dashes over. He pulls Amelia out of her hiding place just as Dad runs up. “Amos! Amelia! You two can’t-” Dad pauses, looking behind them. “It’s perfect, guys! You found our tree.” Amelia just giggles. But Amos steps back and looks. It really was a beautiful tree. The best part? He and Amelia had found it...together. Mama was going to be so proud.
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Susanna Hill’s is hosting a Christmas Holiday Hero contest. Check it out here!
Here is one of my entries! Unsuspecting of the danger lurking in the twinkling gloom of the Christmas lights, the ornaments of Christmastree slumbered in their branches. One lone ornament stood guard, Sock Monkey. Without warning, Catzilla attacked. He wrecked the balls. The shiny globes shattered on the floor. He swatted snowflakes while gnawing an antler. Green needles rained down. Monkey snatched a candy cane and leapt to the floor. He faced the feline. Catzilla’s tail flicked once…twice. Then he pounced. Monkey dodged then jabbed with his sword. Hissing, Catzilla batted it away. Monkey recovered. His weapon whistled through the air as he drove Catzilla back…back…and into the strand of lights. The cord tangled around her paw. She yanked. The lights flickered out. An ornament screamed. Someone yelled, “Where’s Rudolph when you need him?!” “Fear Not!” Monkey called. “I’ll make our night merry and bright.” Dropping his sword, Monkey grappled along the cord until he reached its end. He hoisted the plug into the outlet. The room flooded with light and cheers. “Oh snow!” gasped Frosty, “Catzilla, behind you!” Monkey reached for his sword, but grasped empty air. Weaponless, he dashed for the safety of the tree. Catzilla’s breath heated Monkey’s neck. Just when it looked like he was catnip, nutcracker tossed out a strand of tinsel. Monkey grabbed hold and swung into the branches. Catzilla slid past and crashed into the tree. Spitting pine needles, he slunk away. Monkey returned to his guard post. “Until we meet again, Catzilla. Until we meet again.” |
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