Today is the day! My family is going on our annual Christmas tree hunt and THIS year I get to choose the tree, all by myself. What a treat!
I’ve been researching what kind of evergreen makes the best Christmas tree. Blue Spruce is shaped like a pyramid and has sturdy branches for hanging ornaments – and we have a lot! A Fraser Fir has softer needles and a cool Christmasy smell. White Pine needles stay on the tree longer. Mom would like that.
How am I going to decide?
Out at the tree farm, I walk up and down the rows, touching and sniffing – sniffing and touching. Should I pick a tall tree? A short tree? A wide tree? A narrow tree? I think I need help.
Mom, Dad, and my big brother, Joey, are waiting at the end of the first row of trees.
“Did you decide?” Dad asks.
“Hope it’s huge!”Joey says.
Mom looks at me. “Is something wrong, Emmy?”
“Could we all pick out the tree together?”
Joey and I run up and down the rows, sniffing and touching, until we find the perfect tree. The one that is just right for our family.
On the ride home we all sing Christmas songs – very loudly. Now I know the real treat is doing things together.
I try to draw a flower, a forget-me-not. Nothing flows from my pen.
I’ll sketch one perfect rose, to declare my love. It turns out wilted, withered.
I let my pen have its way across an empty page. When it stops, all I have to offer
is a broken heart.
written for http://fiftywordstories.com
A Witchy Halloween Spelling Bee
There were only two contestants left in the spelling bee, Opal and the new witch in school.
It was time for the last spell. Her friends were cheering. “Opal, Opal!”
Opal looked around the room. No one was cheering for the new girl.
The teacher announced the final spell – make a rain cloud.
The new girl went first and a gray cloud appeared in the classroom. No one cheered.
It was Opal’s turn. She didn’t feel very happy.
She knew what to do. She waved her wand and the sun came out. The new girl won!
Opal cheered the loudest!
It’s Halloweensie 2019 time at susannahill.com
The Contest: write a 100 word Halloween story appropriate for children (children here defined as 12 and under) (title not included in the 100 words), using the words potion, cobweb, and trick. Your story can be scary, funny, sweet, or anything in between, poetry or prose, but it will only count for the contest if it includes those 3 words and is 100 words (you can go under, but not over!) Get it? Halloweensie – because it’s not very long and it’s for little people 🙂 (And yes, I know 100 words is short, but that’s part of the fun and the challenge! We got over 235 fantastic entries last year, so I know you can do it!) Also, you may use the words in any form – e.g. potions, cobwebbed, trickery, whathaveyou 🙂 NO ILLUSTRATION NOTES PLEASE! (And yes, you may submit more than one entry if you’re so inclined 🙂 )
Marcy and Her Magic Book
Marcy stirred the potion just like the magic book instructed. She started to add the toadstools. The book spoke up.
“Hey! You can’t add toadstools. The cobwebs aren’t dissolved.”
Marcy rolled her eyes, Just once she’d like to make her own decisions. She would have to find a way to trick the book.
She pretended to be asleep so the book would close its eyes. When it started snoring, Marcy tossed in the toadstools. Black smoke billowed from her cauldron.
“ Book, Help me!”
Book flapped its pages and the air cleared.
“Thank you, book. I’ll always follow your directions.”
He turns off the flashlight. They’re in total darkness. Water laps against their boat. A drop of water lands on her head.
“It’s just a cave kiss,” he says.
She doesn’t like caves or boats. She does love this man. She closes her eyes and dreams she is the moon.
It’s Valentiny Story time again at Susanna Leonard Hill’s blog
Sue’s Mailbox Dilemma
Tomorrow’s the valentine
party at school.
Sue will make a mail box
but must follow one rule.
She must make it herself
with help from no other –
not her mother, or father,
or sister, or brother.
She found a shoe box
and a bottle of glue.
How to decorate it
she hadn’t a clue.
She thought about making
it look like a barn,
small horses and cows
made out of yarn.
Too many ideas
raced through her mind.
Oh, what should she choose?
Which could she design?
Then she had an idea,
a simple solution,
she would borrow her sister’s.
Make a name substitution.
No one would know
that it wasn’t her own.
No one would remember
last year, how it shone,
the prize that it won –
of course it was first.
This year she’d be best
instead of the worst.
As she reached for that box
she began to feel bad,
imagining she heard
the voice of her dad.
“Just do your best.”
he’d always say,
“Then you’ll be a winner
at the end of the day.”
Sue took her plain box
some paper and paint,
Worked until bedtime
without a complaint.
At the Valentine party
the box Sue designed
didn’t win first prize –
It was ‘One Of A Kind’!
The aged apple tree is barren as days become colder.
The sweet aroma of cider, from remaining windfall fruit, floats on a chilly breeze that ruffles through brittle leaves still clinging to gnarled branches.
I have gleaned all I can, leaving behind a harvest feast for deer who visit nightly.
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The Bumpiest Gourd in the Pumpkin Patch
Gordon wanted to be a Jack-O’Lantern, instead, he was a bumpy gourd.
He shivered, looking around the pumpkin patch.
“Who’s going to choose me?”
Gordon howled, “I’ll never get to be a Halloween decoration! I wish I could change.”
Wilda Witch stirred her cauldron. She heard Gordon crying and went to help.
“Gordon, you must be the best gourd you can be. There’s no other gourd like you.”
Gordon looked around. No other gourd had his bumps or bright colors.
A little boy pointed at him. “Daddy, here’s the one I want.”
Gordon smiled. He will be a Halloween decoration!
In Contemplation of Retirement
He thought about retiring.
He took a leave-of-absence, headed south, got a job driving kids to summer camp. He’d always liked kids.
These kids laughed at his belly, threw things into his beard.
He couldn’t wait to get home where kids were just names on lists – naughty or nice.
Mr Freckle Cancels Halloween
The signs were all over town!
‘Halloween Party cancelled by order of Mayor Freckle’
Every year people guessed who Mr Freckle was because of his – freckles. This made him sad.
“Not this year,” he howled. “There will be no Halloween!”
Rose and Dorothy shivered, they loved Halloween. They thought and thought until they had a plan.
When they told Mr Freckle he chuckled and said, “I like it!”
Rose and Dorothy told all their friends, who told their friends.
On the night of the Big Halloween Party, no one could guess who was stirring the cauldron because ………..
Everybody had freckles!