“Because there will only ever be one of me, if I don’t tell the stories you give to me in the way only I can, they will never be told. So help me to be brave, and to do my work today, even when I don’t feel like it and I’m afraid what I’m writing is of no worth or value.”
By Sundee T. Frazier, author
I offer this prayer each time before I start writing.
The world needs our stories. So be brave, get them down, and send them out!
I had to repeat this Prayer and directive several times in telling this story. Again I know I am not a winner only happy to take part and hope you enjoy it. I did write four other stories before actually settling on this one as being the most suitable. I have enjoyed the contest and realize that was what Susanna intended. So I am a winner after all! 🙂 To click over and read the others go here: (but not before reading mine. 🙂 )
I’m going on Christmas Break after this contest so Have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! I’ll see you in 2014.
The Contest: In 350 words or less write a children’s story about a Holiday Mishap, mix-up, mis-communication, mistake, or potential disaster. Here is my entry.
Title: A Turkey Christmas (350 words)
Once upon a time there was a family who had emigrated from Holland to America because it was the land of opportunity. America was so strange to the family. There was different food and different customs to get used to. This family had three boys and three girls and two parents. While they were getting their feet on the ground they had a couple of hard years where the children were hungry. But the parents got jobs and worked hard.
One holiday season they got a box of food from the local church where they had found some friends. This box of food had holiday favorites like canned sweet potatoes and a frozen turkey. The mother stared at the sweet potatoes not knowing what they were and threw them out. It hurt her to throw food out because she had been hungry during the war and had a soft spot in her heart for all hungry people. But the thing about this mother was that she was also very proud and it had hurt her pride to accept the box of food. So she was torn between fixing it somehow and throwing it out.
She knew she had to roast the turkey but not for how long. Only that it took a long time.
On Christmas day she put the turkey into the oven and the temperature on high and with faith that the turkey would turn out ok, set out on a hike with her family in the mountains and woods. They hiked all afternoon in the dark woods under gray skies while the turkey baked. When they came back the turkey was dry and hard and no one could eat it. So the mother made some rice and the family had rice for their Christmas dinner. They told each other it was the best Christmas they ever had because they were all together, and being together meant the world to them.
This is a true story from my childhood that my sister told me. I had long ago forgotten it. She makes for a better historian than I.
XXXOOO Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!! See you in January! 🙂
Here is last year’s entry.
© Clara Bowman-Jahn aka Clarike Bowman-Jahn