#019

The lovely Deb F. found this gem online at yahoo. I thought it was appropriate to wrap up the holiday season with. Thanks, Deb. You made me laugh out loud when I originally saw this one.

As for the stories, I cannot stress enough how proud I am of each of you. I love to read the entries each week and see all of the different ways you take a simple idea and picture and create moving stories. Linda Gail A.'s story was no exception. I chose to highlight her this week because not only did she create something wonderful, it was moving and unexpected. Congratulations, Linda!!!!

Remembering
By: Linda Gail A.

I usually don’t cry when I come to my baby girl’s memorial; her last request. Brittany wanted an ornament because Christmas reminded her of gifts and life is the best gift. She wanted it gold because it would remind us where she was now – walking the streets of gold. And she wanted a hook to remind us that time is short. We need to grab opportunities that come along and live life to the fullest. That’s what my Brittany did until cancer took her from me. I usually don’t cry, but today she’d have been nine and I ache to hold her one more time.

Gimme some more...

The Poser
By: Randy H.

The man with the yellow boots stepped out of the shadows as the rented cargo truck sped away. What seemed inadvertent was completely according to plan. The ball was dropped and the man, wired to communicate, stood gawking and admiring this overgrown Christmas ornament. Drawing the attention of onlookers and halting the flow of traffic, the heist was underway. As the scene spirals into chaos, the man with the yellow boots turns away and folds up his umbrella; signaling the next phase of the operation. Nerves pounding, he walks away and disappears into the crowd. Making good on his part, the man awaits his share of the booty.

Getting Back to Reality
By: Deb F.

“Enough is enough,” she said as she pulled ornaments off the tree. “It’s January 5th -- y’wanna keep the tree up until Easter?” She dropped the round gold ball and it rolled to the edge of the door and out.

“Now go get that…or they’ll know we’ve got real gold up here,” said the Giant to his tiny wife.

She saw the gold ball fall through the cloud, bouncing down as it sailed to the world below. She donned her mucking boots and her sailing umbrella and took the plunge…down to the city below. As she closed her umbrella she pondered, “how am I gonna get this back up the beanstalk?”

People Who Are Smarter and Better Looking Than Us Get All the Breaks
By: Jerry H.

Dr. Annie Marshall quivered in her Hazmat boots, gripping a charged radiation shield. She still worked out; keeping the shapely legs that got her through grad school. Even though she found talking to advanced space aliens comfortable, those legs wobbled and she waited to faint.

“Yes I remember the StarHoppers and their bubble ships ringed with fire.” Annie answered the visitors from ChristmasWorld, “They ran a cafe at Dolphin’s Cove but they left five weeks ago.”

The visitors thanked her and before liftoff they invited her to a party on Betelgeuse. “YES”! She exclaimed. Hey, she was already dressed for it.