This is the second year I am taking part in Susanna Leonard Hill’s Holiday Writing Contest.
Not only does Susanna gather round a lovely community of children’s writers to share their stories, she also gives out some pretty awesome prizes.
For this story, which had to be under 350 words, I have done something I have never done before. I wrote a poem.
The Contest: Write a children’s story about a Holiday Mishap, mix-up, miscommunication, mistake, or potential disaster. 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 not counting the title.
FALLEN ANGEL
(271 words)
by Yvonne Mes
The train runs round and round the track.
The track runs round the tree.
The Angel watches from above
and under it lurks me.
Forget the gifts, I just don’t care.
And Santa Clause can scoot.
An Angel is just heavenly
and celestial to boot.
I want to comb her golden hair.
I need to touch her wings.
I long to pry her slippers off
and take her sparkly rings.
Her Halo dangling from my ear
will make me look a peach.
Her dress would fit my baby doll,
if only I could reach.
I hear the train a-chug-a-chug
go once more round the bend.
‘I know!’ I screech. ‘The train, the train!’
‘Last stop is tree top’s end.’
I ride the train on tinsel track
and whoosh past stars and bells.
The baubels are a coloured blur.
‘Beware’ the Angel yells.
The Angel waves to welcome me.
Or is that flap a ‘shoo’?
I reach for her, she leans right back
I swipe and grab her shoe.
What’s wrong with her why won’t she play
a game of mirth and glee?
I think of times in years gone by
she’s watched out over me.
“Vamoose, thy goose-brained fool”, she screams
and kicks me in the face!
I leap onto a branch and duck
but don’t give up the chase.
The tree now sways from side to side
then with a thud it falls.
It gleams, it glints, it all comes down,
The stars, the bells, the balls.
The train derailed from tinsel track.
The tracks stuck through the tree.
The Angels frowns from underneath
and sprawled across lies me.
