Made by daughter Anna I'm participating in a holiday story contest hosted by author Susanna Leonard Hill.
The rules: Write a children's story 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. And it has to be posted on our blogs.
Thanks for reading!
Glossary:
Appa: daddy
Omma: mommy
Halaboji: grandfather
MiSung's Cards of Love
MiSung loved winter in the mountains of Korea. She loved ice sledding, ice fishing, and most of all Christmas. But she didn’t like snowstorms.
Only two days until Christmas. MiSung had plans. She needed to buy cards for her friends at school (only the girls), write a letter to Santa Halaboji, and help Mom choose a Christmas cake at the bakery. Having only one day off for Christmas made preparations difficult.
“I can’t take you into town tonight,” said Appa. “Korea's worst snowstorm is heading this way.”
“Oh no!” said MiSung.
MiSung wasn’t going to let a snowstorm stand in her way. A small, bare Christmas tree stood in the corner. MiSung strung rice popcorn for a garland. Then she wrote a letter to Santa Halaboji in her neatest handwriting. Last she scrounged her bedroom for colorful papers and scissors. If she couldn’t buy cards for her friends, she would make them.
She remembered the paper folding art her teacher had taught the class. MiSung wrote each friend a note on her cards. She put them in her backpack to hand out at school.
While MiSung slept, the wind howled and rattled the windows. Snow dropped in thick puffs that stuck like sticky rice.
“No school for you,” said Omma the next morning. The street hasn’t been plowed.”
“But I must get to school,” she said. “I have to deliver my cards, or my friends will think I don’t like them.”
“They’ll understand,” said Omma.
The snow fell all day. MiSung pulled on her boots and coat and went outside.
“Some Christmas,” she said, throwing a snowball into the driveway. It bounced off the ATV.
“That looks like a sleigh,” said MiSung with a smile.
She went inside and told Appa her idea.
The three of them snuggled together on the ATV with MiSung’s backpack. They arrived at church in time for Christmas carols.
“Merry Christmas, MiSung,” said her friends, showering her with cards.
“Merry Christmas to you,” said MiSung handing out her cards of love.
The rules: Write a children's story 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. And it has to be posted on our blogs.
Thanks for reading!
Glossary:
Appa: daddy
Omma: mommy
Halaboji: grandfather
MiSung's Cards of Love
MiSung loved winter in the mountains of Korea. She loved ice sledding, ice fishing, and most of all Christmas. But she didn’t like snowstorms.
Only two days until Christmas. MiSung had plans. She needed to buy cards for her friends at school (only the girls), write a letter to Santa Halaboji, and help Mom choose a Christmas cake at the bakery. Having only one day off for Christmas made preparations difficult.
“I can’t take you into town tonight,” said Appa. “Korea's worst snowstorm is heading this way.”
“Oh no!” said MiSung.
MiSung wasn’t going to let a snowstorm stand in her way. A small, bare Christmas tree stood in the corner. MiSung strung rice popcorn for a garland. Then she wrote a letter to Santa Halaboji in her neatest handwriting. Last she scrounged her bedroom for colorful papers and scissors. If she couldn’t buy cards for her friends, she would make them.
She remembered the paper folding art her teacher had taught the class. MiSung wrote each friend a note on her cards. She put them in her backpack to hand out at school.
While MiSung slept, the wind howled and rattled the windows. Snow dropped in thick puffs that stuck like sticky rice.
“No school for you,” said Omma the next morning. The street hasn’t been plowed.”
“But I must get to school,” she said. “I have to deliver my cards, or my friends will think I don’t like them.”
“They’ll understand,” said Omma.
The snow fell all day. MiSung pulled on her boots and coat and went outside.
“Some Christmas,” she said, throwing a snowball into the driveway. It bounced off the ATV.
“That looks like a sleigh,” said MiSung with a smile.
She went inside and told Appa her idea.
The three of them snuggled together on the ATV with MiSung’s backpack. They arrived at church in time for Christmas carols.
“Merry Christmas, MiSung,” said her friends, showering her with cards.
“Merry Christmas to you,” said MiSung handing out her cards of love.
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