Susanna Leonard Hill’s Holiday Writing Contest is in its third year, though this is my first year of participating.
The 3rd Annual Holiday Contest!!!
The Contest: Write a children’s story about a Holiday Mishap, mix-up, miscommunication, mistake, or potential disaster (a la Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer :)). 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 (aren’t I being generous?! 🙂 It can be as short as you like, but no more than 350!) The field is wide open! Have fun!
For more information, you can read all about it (& enter yourself!) here: http://susannahill.blogspot.com.au/2013/12/ho-ho-ho-3rd-annual-holiday-writing.html#disqus_thread
Here is my entry for the comp, I hope you enjoy it! 🙂
‘Twas the Accident Before Christmas
“There’s been an accident.” Mrs. Claus blushed as red as her dress.
“Is anyone hurt?” Santa’s voice rang with alarm.
“No. Not that kind of accident.”
“Phew. Are the reindeer ready?”
“Yes, all strapped in and good to fly.”
“And the presents? Are the presents packed?”
“Of course they are! The elves loaded the sleigh, no problem there.”
The woolly white caterpillars that were Santa’s eyebrows lowered in thought. “Not the lists.”
“No, love. The lists are fine.” She pointed to the table. “Nice in green and naughty in red, same as every year.”
Mrs. Claus sighed and held out Santa’s suit. The woolly white caterpillars shot up.
“Pink.” She nodded, biting her lip.
“Yes dear, pink.”
Mrs. Claus shuffled her feet. “Well, your suit was getting so grubby with chimney soot, plus all those hot chocolate stains and cookie crumbs. I know children mean well, but honestly, water and celery sticks would make less mess.”
Santa flapped his hands. “But the colour?”
“Well, I wanted to get all those stains out. I wanted to send you off clean and shiny. For the children!”
Santa’s foot beat a rhythm on the floor.
“I thought some stain remover would help. Except I got a bit muddled between it and the bleach. I’m sorry, at least the stains are gone.”
Santa took the pink suit from his wife’s hands and pulled it on. There was no time to waste. Buttoning the last button, he looked up.
Mrs. Claus tried to hide a smile behind one plump, dimpled hand.
“It’s not that bad…” she mumbled. “Like candy floss.”
The woolly white caterpillars jerked up and down rapidly. “Well, it will have to do. The jolly man in pink has to fly.”
He leaned down and kissed her cheek, before taking the two lists she held out.
“Can I have that red pencil?” he asked, pointing to the table.
Mrs. Claus frowned and passed it to him. “What do you need that for, dear?”
“Well, I’m afraid your name won’t be going on the nice list this year!”
Although I didn’t win a main prize in this comp I won a prize for We-Loved-It-But-Thought-The Humor-Was-A-Little-Too-Grown-Up 🙂
You wrote a great story – we all really enjoyed it! You are right about the kid-friendly – that was what stopped us putting you in the finals – but it was still very well-written! 🙂
So that was pretty exciting! Thanks, Susanna, for such a wonderful comp. You’ll definitely see me again next year. 🙂