Ever wondered what’s the story behind a song?
Do you know the story behind this song?
I don’t know about you but I can hardly believe it is THAT time of the year! It feels like it was just yesterday when I was in shorts and puttering in our garden. Now, I’m prepping for a Thanksgiving Day meal.
Is it me, or has time sped up?
As in the past, I like to make a list of things I am grateful for. Here are five:
What about you? What are you thankful for?
As soon as the toboggan halted, the front door swung wide
and out bounded an elder woman, her hair as white as the snow;
but it was the smile that warmed her the most
for it reminded her of a mother she once had.
“Land sakes, Micah! Get that child inside before she freezes!” The woman said.
“Yes, Ma’am” He replied with a grin.
In moments, she found herself in a plush sofa before the roaring fire
and a bowl of hot soup in hand.
“You must be exhausted, child.” Mrs. Claus said as she sat beside her.
Her mouth full of broth and vegetables, she only nodded.
“We’ll have you in a cozy bed in a jiffy. It’s Christmas Eve you know. All the children must be asleep before he can arrive!” Her grey eyes sparkled.
She swallowed before asking, “there are other kids here?”
The woman’s smile softened as she reached out to push a stray strand of hair from the girl’s cheek, “Oh, yes! And you will be meeting them all tomorrow.”
“Everything’s all set, ma’am.” Micah’s voice drifted from somewhere.
“Thank you, Micah. I’m sure Nick will be by tomorrow to see you.”
“I look forward to it. Good night, and Merry Christmas ladies.”
She turned around in time to see the door to the outside closing.
He was gone, and suddenly she felt sad.
“Don’t you worry, child. You will see him again soon.”
As promised, the woman had her tucked in a large fluffy bed a short time later.
“Drink up this hot cocoa, dearie. It will help you sleep.” Mrs. Claus handed her a tea-cup sized mug which she downed in one gulp.
“I don’t like to sleep.” She said as she laid her head on the pillow. “Bad dreams.”
The woman caressed her forehead. “You will have no such dreams tonight.”
True to her words, the first thing she saw once her eyes closed were flying reindeer with Micah leading them.
Nestled in the back of the sleigh, she heard
the jolly man called his reindeer by name
as they glided off the roof-top
and gave way to flight in the dark snowy sky.
Such a strange sensation
floating high in the air where peaceful quiet reign
leaving behind death and memories
of a life she once knew
She sniffled but swore to not look back
in fear she’d break down in full-blown tears
and scare the good chap off
“Look ahead, child.” The red cheeked man said. “A new life awaits you on the other side of the moon!”
Stare ahead she did at the bright orb with strange pot marks
’till its’ light completely immersed the sleigh
and in the next instance, she realized the moon
shifted from the forefront to their rear.
Once the sleigh touched ground
she saw a new landscape extend all about her
with snow-capped mountains and the glistening meadow
where a wooden toboggan waited.
“Micah will take you to my village, child.” The saintly fella said with a great smile.
With a wave, she watched as his sleigh flew away
feeling suddenly alone and naked
in a land strange and distant.
“Do not be afraid, child.” a kind voice spoke.
She looked and saw a man with golden hair,
his gentle blue eyes met her brown ones
she gave a nod, and climbed in the sled
and off they started, on to her new life
what ever or wherever that may be.
Now that’s Christmas is over it’s time to focus on the New Year. 2017 was a fairly good year overall both personally and as a writer.
I saw a few of my writings published:
The Hungry Chimera Literary Journal (two poems)
Doll Hospital Journal (essay)
Motionpoems, Inc (film credit/interviewed both poet & film-maker)
Piker Press (poem)
I took on a role as a moderator (in a team of four) for Tuesday Serial; as well as a moderator for the weekly THURSDAY TALK SHOP over at Facebook with We PAW Bloggers (of which I plan to step down to a lesser role for the coming year). I’ve created and am trying to grow (hopefully to add a few volunteers to help) Serial Fiction Digest (Twitter, Facebook, blog).
2018 is looking to be a year of crossroads for me as a writer. I plan to work on a romance (clean) novel as well as continue to plan out another. In the past, I’ve focused mainly on flash fiction, poetry and serial fiction. I will continue with these forms, but gradually shifting some of my attention/time to writing a book-length story. My goal is to be not just a writer, but an author.
I will be taking on a role as a citizen journalist for The Crossover Alliance (a Christian publishing company) of which I am very excited about.
What about you? How was 2017 for you as a writer? Have any specific goals for the new year?
(for each comment, I will stop by and read your most recent blog post! 🙂 )
Hard to believe that it’s nearly Thanksgiving (US). Where has the year gone? Since I may go “quiet” here for the next few days, I’d like to list some of the things I’m thankful for.
First, the usual:
Without any of these, I would not be where I am today.
Next, the more contemplative ones 🙂
My struggles fuel my writing. They enable me to be a more compassionate and empathetic person. To be more thoughtful of others. They also help in creating more realistic characters.
In other words,
Here are the two previous chapters:
Would like to wish everyone a Merry and Magical Christmas! Stay safe and warm!
On many level, Christmas has always been my favorite time of the year.
What about you? What makes this time of the year special for you?