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** Please note that the credit for the Devices Sounds section from my dear friend, Robyn Campbell, got left out of the Onomatopoeia Book's credits.
It's time for Susanna Leonard Hill's 4th Annual Holiday Contest!
**** Update- my entry snagged 2nd place***
The Contest: Write a children's story (children here defined as approximately age 12 and under) in which wild weather impacts the holidays! 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.
Intrigued? Susanna has a great blog and everyone who writes picture books MUST visit! Go here to get in on all the fun---> www.susannaleonardhill.com
Here is my entry!
'TWAS THE STORMY NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
'Twas the night before Christmas and out on the street,
the snow was still piling and mixing with sleet.
My siblings all blubbered and cried in despair,
“How can Saint Nicholas fly through this air?"
The wind was so wicked, the rain turned to ice,
Dad struggled to shovel the walk and failed twice.
Mom bundled inside her wool mittens and cap
and yelled at poor Dad for attempting to nap.
The fire had dwindled, the power was out,
I walked around saying, “Don’t cry and don’t pout”
Life is too grueling without any power-
the water's so cold that we can’t even shower!
Then all of a sudden we heard a small noise --
had Santa arrived with all of our toys?
I ran to the window and threw up the sash,
(secretly hoping he brought me some cash)
but what to my wondering eyes should appear?
This was no Santa, no magic reindeer!`
Just a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew right away, it was Snow-Plow guy, Nick.
Faster than sleigh rides, he plowed all the snow,
and just as he turned and got ready to go,
we heard a small ding, then a buzz and a beep!
The power came on- I wanted to weep!
On laptop! On lights! On Christmas tree, too!
On microwave -- please now, let's warm up that stew!
Now Santa could land his red sleigh in our road,
and without any trouble, go in our abode.
And as I turned into my bed for the night,
“Merry Christmas,” I whispered. “Thank goodness for light!”
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