A Family Christmas

My friend Susanna Hill is running the 2nd Annual Holiday Contest.

The rules are:

Write a children's holiday story beginning with any version of "Dashing through the snow in a one horse open sleigh."  You may use that actual opening, or you may change it to any similar version "[Verb of your choice]ing through the [any substance you choose] in a [conveyance of any kind]."  For example, "Dashing through the sand in a two-wheeled donkey cart" or "Sloshing through the swamp in a green and white canoe" or "Flying through the air in a striped hot air balloon..."  You get the idea, I'm sure :)  But "Dashing through the snow in a one horse open sleigh" is completely acceptable too - whatever works for you :)  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.

 Here is my entry (to the tune of "Jingle Bells"). (My beginning was about someone on foot.)

A Family Christmas

Sliding through the ice, as I try and run so fast,

Slipping to and fro', like a real blast from the past.

Because when I was a child, I loved to play in ice and snow

But in California, mostly sun would show.

Now I'm in England, with snow and frequent rain.

And my search for sun, is usually in vain.

But right now I have to go, to fetch my kids from school.

We're off to the town center,shopping for Yule.

We may stop for a while, to visit Santa Claus.

And give to the Giving Tree, which is a real great cause.

Then we'll catch a very big bus, to travel back to our home.

Where it's warm and safe to be; no more will we roam.

We'll decorate the house, with tinsel and Christmas lights.

Those twinkling colored lights, look really great during nights.

We'll cuddle with our cat, and he'll knead us with his paws.

We'll watch "It's a wonderful Life," and end it with applause.

We'll set out cookies and milk, to give to St. Nicholas,

We'll sing Christmas songs, feeling felicitous.

Then the kids will go to bed, so Santa Claus can come

Sliding down the chimney, and landing on his bum.

On Christmas morning, all will wake and rise

To see what Santa brought, with their very own eyes.

We'll spend the day together, as a loving family,

Because that's the important bit, of how Christmas ought to be.

Oh

Christmas comes, once a year

And brings us lots of love

Kindness, giving and good cheer

And other gifts from above.

268 words

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