Here's the challenge: "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."
Here's my entry: Dear Santa,
I can explain about the glue,the scissors, and my sister's hair the incident. It was an accident.It was my sister's fault. It was a mistake. I was going to ask you for an iPad for Christmas, but since the incident, mom said, "it is out of the question, Buster" I don't want one anyway. What I really want is for you to help a man I saw yesterday. When we were coming home from the beauty parlor and my sister was having a spaz-attack upset about her hair, I saw a man standing on the curb. He wasn't wearing a coat or a hat. He was holding a dirty cardboard sign that said he didn't have a job or food. It said he was a vet, but I didn't see any dogs or cats around him. I'm worried about him. The weather lady who looks like one of my sister's Barbie dolls very nice said that there was a blizzard coming with lots and lots and lots of snow. I know I have a big mouthed tattletale sister made mistakes, but that man on the street maybe didn't. I try to be good. Actually I've been good this year, this month, this week today. Instead of getting me an iPad, can you help that man? I think he needs lots of stuff for the cold. I bet you stay warm because you are fat have a warm red suit. That man needs a warm suit, but it doesn't have to be red. I like blue, but don't bring him anything purple. Any color is fine. And can you hurry? I know Christmas is still 16days, 13 hours, 43 minutes a little ways away, but the blizzard will be here tonight.
Love from, Louie P. S. Since I wrote a nice letter can I at least get an iPod you write me back? But only after you help that man I saw yesterday.