Posts Tagged ‘Christmas’
Dec
The True Meaning Of Christmas
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Three-year-old Hannah placed a reindeer ornament on the Christmas tree while her mother put on the sparkling red star topper. The tree with its colorful lights lit up the room.
Hannah’s mother admired its beauty. “Your father will be very surprised.”
“Do you think Santa will bring me everything I asked for?” Hannah danced in a circle.
“Presents aren’t the true meaning of Christmas. We celebrate the birth of baby Jesus.”
Hannah didn’t quite understand, but picked up the baby Jesus from the manger.
“Mom can we buy Jesus a present for Christmas?”
Hannah’s mother touched her face and smiled.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jul
Never
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
She kept the Nevers in a shoebox. Most came from her mother, from childhood, but even now, she could sense her mother preparing more for Christmas. Her step-father gave her a few in the early years, but they faded to nothing as their relationship thickened to indifference.
The one from her father appeared the day after he died. Everyone thought she was too young to remember his return from the war, the nightmares, the gun shot, the funeral. Perhaps she had been, but she still kept the Never, like a scar.
She often wondered why he’d left her only one.
From Guest Contributor EM Eastick
Dec
Mall Christmas
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Christmas shoppers crush the mall their noisy chatter drowning out tinny holiday music. Fairy lights glimmer from boughs bedecked with fusty smelling red bows. At the epicenter of the mayhem is Santa Claus, surrounded by dingy fluffy snow. Corralling people into a staggering line, the elves keep order as Santa’s beard is yanked — it’s real! — and wishes whispered in his ear. A ruffled and flustered child heads for the over-sized presents next to Santa’s worn throne. Ripping shiny paper away, the child’s eyes fill with tears — it’s empty! A quick-thinking elf offers a fat orange. Tears gone. Christmas is saved!
From Guest Contributor D. K. White-Atkinson
Dec
The True Legend Of Santa Claus
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Most people are familiar with the Christmas legend of Santa Claus and his reindeer. But only a few know of an alternative legend, about a time long ago in a place far away. That Santa Claus rode a bright red and green dragon. He flew across the countryside looking for those who displeased him. He would then torch their houses, leaving only the stone chimney still standing.
In order to avoid such a fate, the people would leave out offerings for Santa Claus, hoping their gifts would be enough to direct his attention elsewhere. Thus, the Christmas season was born.
Dec
Christmas Cards
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
My eccentric aunt sits in front of a stack of approximately one hundred Christmas cards, freshly signed, sealed and stamped.
“May I help? Let me mail them for you,” I offer.
I grab a plastic bag. As I manoeuvre cards into the open bag, about one third fall to the floor. I kneel down to scoop them up.
She begins to wail. “Don’t you realize, I spent forty minutes sorting them into fashionable zip code order?”
Is there any point in explaining they will become part of the greater mass once dropped through the chute at the Central Post Office?
From Guest Contributor Barry O’Farrell
Barry is an actor who sometimes writes, living in Brisbane, Australia. Barry’s stories can be found at Cyclamens & Swords, 101 Words, The Flash Fiction Press and here at A Story In 100 Words. One of Barry’s stories was runner up in the recent Arts Alliance competition.
Dec
Santa Ritual
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I’m ten, too old to sit on Santa’s lap. Tell my parents. Please, someone?
Last year I was a brat, on purpose. Cracked inappropriate jokes, tugged his beard, farted on his pants. Hoping my message would come across.
Yet, here we go again. When asked what I want for Christmas, I belted out my thoughts.
Santa was speechless. Mom and Dad stared. Parents with kids waiting to meet Santa looked like icicles.
Then, I remembered Scrooge. “Sorry Santa,” I said, not letting him see my tears.
“You’re forgiven, son,” he replied. “The greatest gift is love. You already have that.”
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Her work has been published at: Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 word story, 101 Words, Boston Literary Magazine, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press), ShortbreadStories, SixWordMemoirs, and Espresso Stories.
Jan
Present
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“The grandkids gave me a beautifully wrapped Christmas present. When I opened it, the box said apple. I thought it meant dried fruit. Turned out to be one of them takeaway telephones young people like.
“I’ve never tried a takeaway telephone. Grandkids showed me how to use it with finger sliding, pointing, tapping.
“They showed me all sorts of things inside it which were very surprising.
“Now I have lost it. Must have put it down somewhere, forgot it and walked off. If you happen to find it, my telephone has a white body and the front is black glass.”
From Guest Contributor Barry O’Farrell
Barry has written other stories which appear on Cyclamens and Swords, 50 Word Stories and of course here at A Story In 100 Words.
Dec
Sonny Boy
by thegooddoctor in Uncategorized
Stop! You there STOP! Shouted the policeman.
No way was I going to stop. I didn’t do anything. The cops just wanted anyone who had been near the riot to bring in and arrest, and it wasn’t going to be me. So I ran. And I ran smack into a horse which knocked me flat on my ass.
“Where you going there sonny boy?” smiled the burly officer on the even burlier horse. “It’s Christmas mister, I was just heading home to my gran’s. She ‘d kill me if she knew I was even near a rally.”
Too Bad boy!
From Guest Contributor Philip Diehl
Dec
A Christmas Present
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It was Christmas. I saw a 7- or 8-year-old boy wearing a man’s overcoat that covered him from neck to toe. The sleeves of the coat were cut short haphazardly to match the boy’s arm length. I went to the nearby shop. As I had a son of the same age, I knew the size. I bought a nice pair of clothes, with a matching overcoat. Wearing Santa’s hat, I went back and gave new clothes to the boy. The unexpected joy on his face thrilled me. Unplanned charity brings a strange sense of contentment that money can never buy.
From Guest Contributor Thriveni C. Mysore.
Jul
The Meaning Of Divorce: As Told By A Seven Year Old
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
My name is Caleb Jones. What does divorce mean? It means daddy doesn’t live here anymore. It means mommy and daddy used to fight, now daddy moved away. I don’t cry anymore. I can only see daddy on the weekends. Oh joy. My room seems grayer than I remember it being. My teddy bear, Howard, I hug him tighter than before.
Should I go out to play today?
No it’s raining, that’s ok I’ll read the book daddy bought me, last Christmas. It’s a good book. I read aloud. I can still smell daddy’s pipe as I read. Good night.
From Guest Contributor, Doug Robbins