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The Contest: 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 holiday entry:

DAD’S FIRST CLASS CHRISTMAS
It was Christmas Eve and we were taking our first ever family vacation. Disney, here we come!
Figures. The Blizzard of the Century blew in that morning.
Dad made sure we left for the airport hours early, but now the dashboard clock ticked down the minutes till our six o’clock flight. The highway was a sheet of ice. We eyed the airport from a distance, and could have walked faster than the cars crawled.

Mazie kept repeating, “Please let us make it, Lord. Please let us make it.” Each hot whisper whirled wild crystallized patterns on her window.
“Will we make it?” Mom asked.
Fisher snoozed in his car seat. That was good because Dad was nervous navigating through a gazillion snow flakes. But he still managed to sing carols the loudest.
We finally pulled in at 6:44. Wet, white freezingness smacked our droopy faces and whipped our suitcases. “Cheer up,” Dad hollered over the storm, “I’ll bet it’s just delayed.”
Our plane was gone. But there was Dad, in his ‘lucky’ (old and ugly) Santa hat, ho, ho, ho’ing from the long ticket line. Leave it to him to be jolly when our vacation was slipping away.
Dad high-fived me, hugged Mazie, and said, “Great news! We’re on Standby for the last flight tonight!” They’ll have five empty seats on Christmas Eve…sure.
Fisher cried himself blue, Mazie kept praying, and Dad and I were thumb-wrestling when they finally called our name, “Four tickets.”
“We need five!” Mazie, Mom, and I cried.
Dad pushed us to board. “Till tomorrow… Merry Christmas. I love you.”
On the plane, Mazie, and I joined Fisher in crying ourselves colors. Disney without Dad?
Just as the engines revved, Dad strutted down the isle. He made it! But then he kissed us, and said, “I’ve gotta go.”
“NO!” my sister and I cried.
“They let you board. You can’t leave now!” sobbed Mom.
Dad turned with a devilish grin and said, “Got lucky. I’m flyin’ first-class!” Then a curtain swished behind him.
Merry Christmas, Dad. You deserve it.

Head on over to Susanna’s blog to read the other entries here!

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Oh how funny! What a nice dad who gets a treat in the end.
Thanks, Catherine. Happy Holidays to you and yours! :0)> (that’s a Santa smiley!)
Oh clever! Happy Holidays to you and yours too!
haha love the image. This is a great story. 🙂
Thanks Lynn; your little mouse story made me a bit weepy. Great job! Happy Holidays to you and yours! :0)>
So cute, Donna! Glad to see your writing posted again 🙂
Thanks, Aria. Now that ‘the year of classes’ is coming to an end, hopefully more writing will appear on my blog again. Happy Holidays to you and yours!
And to you and yours!! I still can’t believe we’re in the holiday season — I’m so behind haha.
You and me both, Girl!
Dad totally deserved First Class after getting everyone to the airport and keeping a cheerful face! What a guy!
Hahahaha. Your story made me giggle, Donna. That ending was the absolute best, my friend. Love that dad. What a guy.
HI-LARIOUS! I love this story! Is it true? Way to go, dad! However as a mom of two under 4, I have to feel a little twinge for your mom right then. haha! Have a great Christmas!
Mishka, don’t tell anyone…it is a true story and my mom turned colors too…a DEEP green! Merry, merry Christmas!
That’s great! I’m glad dad got first class treatment for his sacrifice.
What a great story, Donna!! Lots of luck to you!!!
Thanks, Elaine! Happy Holidays! (that’s my Santa smiley face ;0)
So glad that sweet ‘ole Dad got what he deserved. 🙂 What a joyful guy! The power of positive thoughts is priceless!
Ain’t that the truth, Carrie! Thanks so much for popping over and Happy Holidays!
Fun story, Donna. Glad the nice guy finished well.
Nice guys should always finish well…and if they hang in with a smile and a song, they usually do! I’m happy that you dropped in, Sylvia. Happy Holidays!
Dad worked his magic. He totally deserved first class. Fun and very real story.
Why thank you, Patricia. Psssst, it was true. Happy Holidays, Gal!
This is wonderful, Donna! Not only did you manage an entry at the almost last minute in spite of your other commitments, you wrote a great story! I love Dad’s determined optimism and cheerfulness! Your writing is beautiful with “Each hot whisper whirled wild crystallized patterns on her window” and I love how your MC joined in with her siblings “crying themselves colors”! I’m glad it all worked out happily! Thanks so much for joining in the holiday fun! 🙂
Oh, thank you, Susanna! Your idea seriously got me through two very hard tests. I was so mentally involved in weaving the story, everything else became a memory. WHEW! Thanks so much for taking the time to urge me on; you said something perfect just at the perfect time. Smoochies and a Happy, Healthy Holiday to you and yours!
Ha! Good for Dad! I loved the way this story turned out & that photo is perfect!
Thanks, Ariel! Your story was powerful indeed. Molly finally got it in the end, thank Goodness. Enjoy a wonderful holiday!
I agree – Dad deserved it! 🙂 Good luck!
That is fantastic Donna. I laughed and may have had something in my eye at the same time. LOL
That went right over my head, Sherry. Wha?
I laughed and even had a couple of tears in my eyes. ^_^
Ah, I get it now. Happy, Merry Holidays!