Molly peered out side of her bedroom window it was snowing! It hadn’t snowed all year and Christmas was only a week away! She was so relieved, because she thought it wouldn’t snow and they would have another snow less Christmas. Molly ran down stairs, slid on her boots and ran outside. Winter was her favorite time of the year when snow falls; icicles hang from roofs, and the fresh breeze that blows, but most of all ice-skating on the pond next door. She wanted to build a snowman so she went back inside and got changed. Then she heard something, she heard steps creak from upstairs. She turned and looked up at the stairs. She saw her older brother coming down.
Molly’s brother, Tom is eleven and she is eight, Tom is her only sibling. Although, Molly does have a fluffy white cat, with knotted hair named Missy, and she considers her part of the family, too.
"Hi Tom," greets Molly. "Have you seen the snow, isn’t it gorgeous!"
"Umm..." he hesitates and looks out the living room window. "Oh, yeah its amazing" exclaimed Tom.
"Tom, do you want to come out and help me build a snowman?" questioned Molly.
"Okay, but only for 10 minutes."
"Great but first can you make me some breakfast?" begged Molly.
Molly and her brother are very close, and sense their mom and dad were on some business trip for three days; they were pretty much on their own. But their grandma Jane came to see them each afternoon, to see if they needed anything. Grandma Jane is seventy-three years old and lives in a little cabin, with her golden retriever dog, named Daisy.
After Tom and Molly built their snowman, they went inside to dry off, and watch some TV. It was nearly 12:00, which meant that grandma would be coming any minute now!
Grandma was finally here, and she brought some homemade butterscotch brownies with her. While the three of them were eating their lunch, Molly gazed into the living room and realized that they still didn’t have a tree. So she said to Tom and Grandma Jane " Oh no! We need to get a Christmas tree, can we get one after we eat?"
"Hmm" said Grandma.
"Oh please, please, pleeeaaase!"
" All, right we can go to the forest after we have some brownies," said Grandma with a small grin.
When they were ready, they walked out the door, and got their father’s saw. Then they trudged out and across the road and into the woods. They had been walking for nearly twenty minutes, until Molly stopped. She saw the most beautiful tree, it was tall, and had a dark green color, and smelled of fresh pine. It was just like the ones from stories!
"Tom, do you like this one, isn’t it just magnificent! We really must get it, mom and dad will love it!"
"Don’t you think so too, grandma?"
"Yes it is beautiful." Replied Grandma.
So Tom used his fathers saw and cut it down. Then they dragged it home and cut off all the orange pieces, while Molly got ornament boxes out. The tree was ready in no time.
"Well, this tree sure is decorative, I know that your parents will love it!" commented Grandma Jane.
"Yeah it is," said Tom.
"No, we forgot jus one thing…" Molly hesitates.
"What?" Questioned Tom and Grandma.
" Presents, or course!" Molly finished with a laugh.
" Oh, yes of course, we are lucky today because I have some for your whole family with me, lets put them under the tree now," exclaimed grandma. And that is just what they did.
A few days past and their parents were home, and finally it was Christmas Eve.
Their mother was in the kitchen doing dishes from dinner, while their father was helping Molly write her letter to Santa, and putting out milk and cookies, and carrots for is reindeer. Tom was in the living room hanging the stockings. It was now time for bed.
Everyone was sound asleep in their beds dreaming of presents they wanted. Molly was suddenly awoken by a thump, thump on the roof.
She heard it again thump, thump! It must have been Santa! She had never seen him before and now was her chance! She hopped out of bed and quietly tiptoed down the hallway, and went half way down the stairs. There was no one I sight, then she glanced at the tree, no other presents then before.
"Hmm…" she thought to herself. "He’s not here!" So she started back up, but before she could make it to the top she heard a whoosh sound and a plop sound. She looked down again; Molly could not believe her eyes! She saw a very plump man, with a red hat with a ball on the top and a white fluff along the rim. He had round rosy cheeks and big bushy eyebrows as white as snow that match his curly beard. He had a cherry red suit with a black shiny belt and boots. It was without a doubt Santa! She closed her eyes and opened them again, just to make sure it was real… it was! She just couldn’t believe it! Santa Clause was right in front of her. That was unbelievable.
Molly watched him put the presents down under the tree, and then he drank his milk and gobbled up the cookies, and put the carrots in his pocket. Santa made a sigh of satisfaction and started to write a letter to Molly’s family. She was going to say something when Santa snapped his fingers and disappeared. He was gone and now she knew she would have to wait until next year to see him again. "To Bad", sighed Molly. But in her heart she knew she was lucky enough to see him up close. Now Molly was getting sleepy, she walked back to her room, hopped back into bed and pulled the covers over her body and was soon fast asleep.
"Wake up, wake up, wake up!" cried Tom. Molly was confused. "Santa’s been here, Santa’s been here!"
That morning they opened presents and peeked inside their stockings, and were delighted with their gifts. She had completely forgotten about last night. It was all a dream. Tom looked at the table and saw that the milk and cookies were gone and lying next to the empty cup and plate was a letter. Molly picked it up and read aloud:
Dear Molly and Tom,
Thank you for the milk and cookies, they were delicious! My reindeer enjoyed the carrots. I hope you like your presents.
Love Mr. C
P.S. I love your snowman and tree!
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Saturday, January 12, 2008
"Christmas" by Vera Lindman
It's never too early for Christmas stories, is it? Here's a little Christmas story I wrote for school. I thought it might be fun to share it. If you have any stories (any stories) that you wanna share, please write it down as a comment. We might put it here on Miss Twinkle's website, or in the magazine! Thank you.
Amanda opens her eyes.
Christmas.
She looks up in the ceiling. Did she really sleep the whole night? Cool. She never managed that before. She glances at the clock standing at the table next to her bed. 9 o’clock.
Santa Claus.
Presents.
She sits up, puts on her glasses, and runs into the living room.
There it is. The beautiful Christmas tree, they had decorated the day before. With glitter swirled all around it, and fake candles here and there, it was wearing decorations of red, green, blue, yellow, silver, and gold. The golden star at the top sent out strikes of light with the help of the candles.
“Good morning, darling. And merry Christmas.” There, on the couch loaded with cushions, mother sits.
“Merry Christmas, mom!” Amanda jumped into her mother’s lap, and her mom gave her a big, wet kiss on her forehead.
“Don’t you want to open your present?” Her mother says, nodding in the direction of the big Christmas tree. Amanda spots a big, red box with a green ribbon at the top. It had two little wholes in the front. She turns and looks at her mom.
“Why are there wholes in the box?”
“If you open it you’ll find out.” Her mom answered. While she said so, Amanda saw movement in the corner of her eye.
“Mom, it moved! It really did, it moved! What are we going to do? Is it a ghost in there? Might be, right? Or maybe it’s one of Santa’s elves! You wrapped him up?”
Amanda’s dad, who had been downstairs, fixing breakfast, comes running up the stairs, wondering what is wrong. But mother stays calm. “Open and see”, she says.
Amanda gazes at the box, again. She slowly walks toward the box. When she is about two feet from the box, she drops down on the floor. She looks at her dad, he nods, but he, too, seems a little scared. He goes over to his wife, and whispers in her ear.
“What have you done?”
Amanda watches them, but her mom is still calm, she is just sitting there, smiling. Suddenly, Amanda gets it.
“Oh, no. No, it can’t be! Oh, mom! Really? Is it really?” Her mom smiles even more, but her dad still doesn’t seem to understand. Amanda grabs the led of the box and pulls it open. And there it is. Oh, yes, there it is. The little bunny rabbit Amanda always has been going on about. At least twice a day since she was little, she had said the words “I want a rabbit”, but she couldn’t have one. Her cousin, who she often met, was allergic to fur animals, and if Amanda had a rabbit, she wouldn’t be able to be together with her cousin. But, her mother explained that Sue’s mom, Sue is the cousin, called about a week ago, telling her that Sue’s doctor had said that Sue was better, that rabbits were fine.
Amanda picks up the rabbit and kisses it on the nose. The rabbit, though, does not want to be picked up, and jumps out of her hands. But it doesn’t matter, Amanda is still sitting, and the bunny can jump around in the room, no problem. Amanda jumps up, and hugs her mom and her still confused dad. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
*
At 12 o’clock, when they have all, all including Amanda’s mom, dad, little brother, Tim, and big sister, Haley, opened their presents, gotten dressed, eaten breakfast, brushed their teeth and hair, and played with the rabbit, which was named Hollie, which Haley really liked because it was so similar to Haley, they walk over to grandma and grandpa to greet them. Grandma and grandpa, Amanda’s mother’s parents, lives only 10 minutes away so they were soon there. As soon as the get to the house and grandma comes toward them, Tim shouts “TV”, which was the first word he ever learned, and uses very often, even though he is already three, and runs to the living room, where his grandparents have their TV. The others go to the dining room and grandpa sets up coffee cups for the grown-ups and glasses for the children. Right as he puts a glass in front of Haley she says “Oh, no, no soda for me. Coffee, please.”
Grandpa stares at her. “Since when did you start drinking coffee?”
“TV, TV, TV! I wat to wat TV, TV, TV!” Tim shouts from the living room, and hid mom stands up and goes to turn it on for him.
“Oh, that was long ago,” Haley lies. Amanda knew Haley had started drinking coffee only the day before, and it wasn’t her favorite but she thought it was grown-up, but Amanda doesn’t say anything, maybe it felt like a long time for Haley, when she didn’t even like it.
“Well, all right,” grandpa says and puts a cup in front of Haley and puts the glass at Amanda’s place instead.
“What do you have in that basket, Amanda?” asks grandma. This was exactly what Amanda had been waiting for. She takes up the basket from the chair next to her and puts it on the dinner table. Her mother, who is just coming back from the living room, is about to tell her not to have the basket on the table, but stays silent. Amanda opens the basket.
“It’s my rabbit, grandma. My very own bunny rabbit!” She says proudly. The rabbit puts her front paws on the wall of the little basket, but doesn’t manage to get out. Amanda takes her in her hands, looks at her grandpa, who nods, and puts the rabbit on the floor, together with the basket.
“That’s a very cute rabbit, Amanda, what’s its name?” Grandma asks. But before Amanda can answer, she turns to her daughter and says, “Did you ask your husband before you bought it?”
Amanda’s mom’s face turns all red. “Er... I think Tim needs some help,” she says and turns to then run out of the room.
*
Haley storms into Amanda’s room. “What earrings should I wear, these” she says showing a pair of red dangly earrings, “or these,” and shows a golden pair with small stars hanging down. The time was ten minutes to five and they were getting ready to go to their aunt and uncle’s house to celebrate.
“I thought you had already decided what to wear today?” says Amanda.
“I did, but I forgot all about the earrings. Just say which pair is the nicest.” Haley says impatiently.
“All right, the golden ones.”
After about ten minutes they are all ready, and they all pack themselves into the car. Every one with bags of gifts or food in their hands.
When they reach their destination, Tim insists to ring on the doorbell. Haley lifts him up and he pushes the button at least eight times. Cousin Sue comes running out of the front door. “Welcome everybody, merry Christmas!” Everyone greet back. Tim does not want to, though. He wants to go inside and play with little Emily, who is Sue’s little sister, and about the same age as Tim. His mom tries to make him say ‘merry Christmas’ or at least ‘hello’, but Tim refuses. So away he goes.
They eat the most fabulous dinner with turkey, roast beef, cranberry sauce, mincemeat pie, pumpkin pie, steamed broccoli, mashed potatoes, and even more! The dinner table was so full of food they even had problems fitting in their own plate. But at last they have all finished eating. The grown-ups stay at the table, deep in some apparently funny conversation and the kids go and do other things. Haley stays at the table, too, and tries to follow along in the conversation, which doesn’t seem to work that well. Suddenly, someone knocks at the door! Sue and Amanda jumps up from where they are sitting, playing with the rabbit, Tim and Emily runs with their short little legs into the hall. Haley tries to look like she doesn’t really care, but she has a twinkle in her eye.
Amanda’s mom takes her napkin from her lap and puts on the table. Then she walks into the hall to see Emily and Tim jump up and down in front of the door, trying to get hold of the handle. She opens the door for them and in steps Santa Claus! Emily and Tim throw their arms around Santa’s legs! Amanda and Sue come running and stop in the middle of the hall, looking as nice as they can.
“Merry Christmas, children,” says the deep voice.
“Merry Christmas, Santa!” All the children sing out in one voice.
*
Later, when they have all got their presents from Santa’s sack and he has left and Amanda’s dad has come home from his little walk to the little supermarket a few minutes away to buy milk, though, suspiciously empty handed , it’s time for their own Christmas gift distribution. Everybody takes a seat in one of the couches or armchairs, or gets a cushion and sits on the carpet in the center of the room. Amanda, Haley, and Sue sit in the front of the room, right next to the Christmas tree, because they are the ones who’ll read the names on the presents. The first one is for Amanda’s mom from Amanda herself. She gets a long red scarf, which Amanda has knitted all by herself. The next person is Sue, who gets a scrapbook kit from her mom and dad. Amanda then gets a CD with Kelly Clarkson from Haley.
They all open more present and have a great time. But after a while it’s time to go home. Amanda, Haley, Tim, mom, and dad all say good night and drive home in the darkness.
When Amanda is in her bed that night, she thinks about all the things that have happened that day. Then she thinks about why it has to be over already. But, she thinks, she shouldn’t be sad about that… she sits up in her bed and gazes at her little Hollie on the other side of the quite dark room. It must have been the best Christmas ever!
Christmas.
She looks up in the ceiling. Did she really sleep the whole night? Cool. She never managed that before. She glances at the clock standing at the table next to her bed. 9 o’clock.
Santa Claus.
Presents.
She sits up, puts on her glasses, and runs into the living room.
There it is. The beautiful Christmas tree, they had decorated the day before. With glitter swirled all around it, and fake candles here and there, it was wearing decorations of red, green, blue, yellow, silver, and gold. The golden star at the top sent out strikes of light with the help of the candles.
“Good morning, darling. And merry Christmas.” There, on the couch loaded with cushions, mother sits.
“Merry Christmas, mom!” Amanda jumped into her mother’s lap, and her mom gave her a big, wet kiss on her forehead.
“Don’t you want to open your present?” Her mother says, nodding in the direction of the big Christmas tree. Amanda spots a big, red box with a green ribbon at the top. It had two little wholes in the front. She turns and looks at her mom.
“Why are there wholes in the box?”
“If you open it you’ll find out.” Her mom answered. While she said so, Amanda saw movement in the corner of her eye.
“Mom, it moved! It really did, it moved! What are we going to do? Is it a ghost in there? Might be, right? Or maybe it’s one of Santa’s elves! You wrapped him up?”
Amanda’s dad, who had been downstairs, fixing breakfast, comes running up the stairs, wondering what is wrong. But mother stays calm. “Open and see”, she says.
Amanda gazes at the box, again. She slowly walks toward the box. When she is about two feet from the box, she drops down on the floor. She looks at her dad, he nods, but he, too, seems a little scared. He goes over to his wife, and whispers in her ear.
“What have you done?”
Amanda watches them, but her mom is still calm, she is just sitting there, smiling. Suddenly, Amanda gets it.
“Oh, no. No, it can’t be! Oh, mom! Really? Is it really?” Her mom smiles even more, but her dad still doesn’t seem to understand. Amanda grabs the led of the box and pulls it open. And there it is. Oh, yes, there it is. The little bunny rabbit Amanda always has been going on about. At least twice a day since she was little, she had said the words “I want a rabbit”, but she couldn’t have one. Her cousin, who she often met, was allergic to fur animals, and if Amanda had a rabbit, she wouldn’t be able to be together with her cousin. But, her mother explained that Sue’s mom, Sue is the cousin, called about a week ago, telling her that Sue’s doctor had said that Sue was better, that rabbits were fine.
Amanda picks up the rabbit and kisses it on the nose. The rabbit, though, does not want to be picked up, and jumps out of her hands. But it doesn’t matter, Amanda is still sitting, and the bunny can jump around in the room, no problem. Amanda jumps up, and hugs her mom and her still confused dad. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
*
At 12 o’clock, when they have all, all including Amanda’s mom, dad, little brother, Tim, and big sister, Haley, opened their presents, gotten dressed, eaten breakfast, brushed their teeth and hair, and played with the rabbit, which was named Hollie, which Haley really liked because it was so similar to Haley, they walk over to grandma and grandpa to greet them. Grandma and grandpa, Amanda’s mother’s parents, lives only 10 minutes away so they were soon there. As soon as the get to the house and grandma comes toward them, Tim shouts “TV”, which was the first word he ever learned, and uses very often, even though he is already three, and runs to the living room, where his grandparents have their TV. The others go to the dining room and grandpa sets up coffee cups for the grown-ups and glasses for the children. Right as he puts a glass in front of Haley she says “Oh, no, no soda for me. Coffee, please.”
Grandpa stares at her. “Since when did you start drinking coffee?”
“TV, TV, TV! I wat to wat TV, TV, TV!” Tim shouts from the living room, and hid mom stands up and goes to turn it on for him.
“Oh, that was long ago,” Haley lies. Amanda knew Haley had started drinking coffee only the day before, and it wasn’t her favorite but she thought it was grown-up, but Amanda doesn’t say anything, maybe it felt like a long time for Haley, when she didn’t even like it.
“Well, all right,” grandpa says and puts a cup in front of Haley and puts the glass at Amanda’s place instead.
“What do you have in that basket, Amanda?” asks grandma. This was exactly what Amanda had been waiting for. She takes up the basket from the chair next to her and puts it on the dinner table. Her mother, who is just coming back from the living room, is about to tell her not to have the basket on the table, but stays silent. Amanda opens the basket.
“It’s my rabbit, grandma. My very own bunny rabbit!” She says proudly. The rabbit puts her front paws on the wall of the little basket, but doesn’t manage to get out. Amanda takes her in her hands, looks at her grandpa, who nods, and puts the rabbit on the floor, together with the basket.
“That’s a very cute rabbit, Amanda, what’s its name?” Grandma asks. But before Amanda can answer, she turns to her daughter and says, “Did you ask your husband before you bought it?”
Amanda’s mom’s face turns all red. “Er... I think Tim needs some help,” she says and turns to then run out of the room.
*
Haley storms into Amanda’s room. “What earrings should I wear, these” she says showing a pair of red dangly earrings, “or these,” and shows a golden pair with small stars hanging down. The time was ten minutes to five and they were getting ready to go to their aunt and uncle’s house to celebrate.
“I thought you had already decided what to wear today?” says Amanda.
“I did, but I forgot all about the earrings. Just say which pair is the nicest.” Haley says impatiently.
“All right, the golden ones.”
After about ten minutes they are all ready, and they all pack themselves into the car. Every one with bags of gifts or food in their hands.
When they reach their destination, Tim insists to ring on the doorbell. Haley lifts him up and he pushes the button at least eight times. Cousin Sue comes running out of the front door. “Welcome everybody, merry Christmas!” Everyone greet back. Tim does not want to, though. He wants to go inside and play with little Emily, who is Sue’s little sister, and about the same age as Tim. His mom tries to make him say ‘merry Christmas’ or at least ‘hello’, but Tim refuses. So away he goes.
They eat the most fabulous dinner with turkey, roast beef, cranberry sauce, mincemeat pie, pumpkin pie, steamed broccoli, mashed potatoes, and even more! The dinner table was so full of food they even had problems fitting in their own plate. But at last they have all finished eating. The grown-ups stay at the table, deep in some apparently funny conversation and the kids go and do other things. Haley stays at the table, too, and tries to follow along in the conversation, which doesn’t seem to work that well. Suddenly, someone knocks at the door! Sue and Amanda jumps up from where they are sitting, playing with the rabbit, Tim and Emily runs with their short little legs into the hall. Haley tries to look like she doesn’t really care, but she has a twinkle in her eye.
Amanda’s mom takes her napkin from her lap and puts on the table. Then she walks into the hall to see Emily and Tim jump up and down in front of the door, trying to get hold of the handle. She opens the door for them and in steps Santa Claus! Emily and Tim throw their arms around Santa’s legs! Amanda and Sue come running and stop in the middle of the hall, looking as nice as they can.
“Merry Christmas, children,” says the deep voice.
“Merry Christmas, Santa!” All the children sing out in one voice.
*
Later, when they have all got their presents from Santa’s sack and he has left and Amanda’s dad has come home from his little walk to the little supermarket a few minutes away to buy milk, though, suspiciously empty handed , it’s time for their own Christmas gift distribution. Everybody takes a seat in one of the couches or armchairs, or gets a cushion and sits on the carpet in the center of the room. Amanda, Haley, and Sue sit in the front of the room, right next to the Christmas tree, because they are the ones who’ll read the names on the presents. The first one is for Amanda’s mom from Amanda herself. She gets a long red scarf, which Amanda has knitted all by herself. The next person is Sue, who gets a scrapbook kit from her mom and dad. Amanda then gets a CD with Kelly Clarkson from Haley.
They all open more present and have a great time. But after a while it’s time to go home. Amanda, Haley, Tim, mom, and dad all say good night and drive home in the darkness.
When Amanda is in her bed that night, she thinks about all the things that have happened that day. Then she thinks about why it has to be over already. But, she thinks, she shouldn’t be sad about that… she sits up in her bed and gazes at her little Hollie on the other side of the quite dark room. It must have been the best Christmas ever!
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