Writing Prompt: 12-4-15

It was the perfect Christmas Eve: candles, snow, a beautiful tree, and lots of presents. So how did it go so wrong in two hours?

Hey, everyone! If you look ^above^ you will see a story starter, or the beginning of the end (if you know what I mean). If you want, write a story about it in the comments, or on your blog.

Anyway, I’m doing a couple Christmas blogging challenges, so here goes:

(Kathryn)

1.  Favorite Christmas tradition.

I like a few things, like watching Christmas movies on Christmas Eve, and exchanging the gifts that my siblings and I bought for each other. 🙂

2. Favorite Christmas movie.

I dunno. We watch different ones each year. Maybe Switchmas. It’s on Netflix and it’s a really good movie. Basically, the story is two kids meet at a Chicago airport and one wants to go somewhere with snow but is going to Florida, and the other wants to go to  somewhere without snow but is going to ‘Christmas Town’. They decide to switch places and chaos prevails.

3. Favorite Christmas cookie.

Don’t get me started! I love any kind of peanut butter cookie, especially the ones with the Hershey’s kisses in them.

4. Write a short poem about the meaning of Christmas.

Here goes:

Stars so bright, they help us understand that night

The wise men saw a flash of light

Their instincts took them to the stable

Where poor Mary had been able

To give birth to a child, a special one

The wait is done, for here with us is Emmanuel, God’s son.

😉 Okay, and onto Megan’s.

A Christmas Challenge

1.  Five of your favorite Christmas songs

*Let it Snow

*Christmas the Whole Year Round

*Santa Claus is Coming to Town

*Mary did you Know

 *Silent Night

2. A Christmas gift you have made/are making

I made coconut oil lip gloss for my friends at co-op.

Alright, that’s it for now!

~Josie

4 comments / Add your comment below

  1. Thanks for doing the challenge!
    HaHA! I just made peanut butter Hershey kiss cookies, and I agree, they are so good!

    It was the perfect Christmas Eve: candles, snow, a beautiful tree, and lots of presents. So how did it go so wrong in two hours?
    Well I guess all those things didn’t make it perfect, in fact, it would have been better if wouldn’t have had… a tree. How, you say? That’s a long story, but I’ll do the best I can.
    My mom had just come downstairs from putting my littlest sister, Maisy, to bed. I was listening to my favorite Christmas song on my iPod, and my older sister, Katrina, was up in her room, making her last Christmas present.
    Five minutes later my sister caming storming down the stairs.
    “Mother!” She cried. “Maisy is so annoying! She just came into my room on purpose and saw all the gifts I was getting ready to make. Now she says she’s going to tell everyone what their gifts are to get back at me for accidently throwing away her oh-so-beautiful Christmas card to Aunt Maggie.”
    Maisy appeared at that moment. We all ducked our heads and covered our ears, we would not hear what our presents were if we could help it!
    Maisy shouted at the top of her lungs, “MOMMY YOU ARE GONNA GET A WREATH!!” Then she looked around with a smug look on her face.
    Mother looked at her disapprovingly. “Maisy. You know better than that. That was very mean and I want you to tell Katrina sorry.”
    Maisy put her hands on her hips. Uh-oh. This was not going to be pleasant.
    “Uh-uh. DADDY’S GETTIN’ A FINGY (thingy) THAT RHYMES!” We all knew that was a poem.
    Katrina had had it. She burst into tears, but they were mad tears. “YOU’RE SO..SO… stupid.”
    Now we all stared at Katrina. That was definitely not allowed in this house.
    Then it happened, Maisy, stomped over to Katrina, brushing past the Christmas tree with force.
    The Christmas tree was small, but heavy with the many ornaments we had collected over the years.
    The tree slowly toppled towards Katrina and then there was the sound of breaking glass as the ornaments fell down -onto Katrina.
    We all rushed to Katrina at once. Maisy didn’t though, she just poured out tears and bawled that she didn’t mean too.
    And that’s how Christmas Eve was ruined. We had to take Katrina to the hospital and she got 17 stiches. It was okay though, because now Katrina and Maisy hardly ever fight. Maisy brought Katrina all of her candy and ‘nursed’ her for the next week. They forgave each other and we all lived happily ever after.

    Woah, that was long.. 😛

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