Do you know the story behind this song?
This is by far my personal favorite version of the song:
Do you know the story behind this song?
Question of the month is: what are your writing goals for December?
November is over, and the tree is up! Now, it’s time to think about Christmas shopping. Yeah, I know, I’m late in starting, but that’s how I roll…every single year!
Well, NaNoWriMo has ended and I finished just shy of 14k. I am a bit disappointed that it wasn’t way higher, but progress is progress, right? I set another goal for the story I started with this and that is to reach 75k (or if the story feels complete before that) by Feb. 1st, 2019. This I believe is a reasonable goal.
From there I plan to set it aside for a few weeks to work on other projects. I hope to go back to it around March/April and begin the editing/revision phase. After this I’d like to see about gathering a few Beta readers to help me make the story even better. My goal is to have as polished a manuscript as possible by the end of 2019. Around this time, I may even attempt to take part in the Pitch Wars.
What about you? What are your writing goals for December? I love to hear them!
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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.
Thick fur blanket cradled her body
in the long wooden sled
as they silently sped along
in the deep snow.
Micah stood behind her on the edge of the runners
while he guided the half-dozen dogs in front
white flakes filled the air with the wind whistling in her ears
rugged mountains loomed on the sides
blocking her view of the sky.
“We’ll be in Nordpolen soon.” Micah said “Just keep looking ahead and you’ll see it.”
It felt like they were gliding through a dark tunnel
but as she peered ahead, speckles of light slowly appeared
and suddenly they broke out in to an expansive opening;
there lied a village nestled on the banks of the immense mountains
which ran along the shores of a mirrored lake,
the lights from the buildings shimmered on its surface;
the sight made her gasp out loud.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Micah said.
“Oh, yes!” She replied.
“You’ll be staying at Saint Nick’s tonight.”
Instead of remaining on the main route, they veered off on a smaller trail
which took them through a dense forest;
for several moments, fear shook her body
as she watched moving shadows among the trees.
“You have nothing to fear.” He said. “I won’t let anything harm you.”
She took deep breaths until her muscles relaxed, and heart slowed.
“Look, we’re here.” He said.
She glanced out and saw the wondrous sight;
stone walls cloaked by fresh snow, all lit up in white lights
revealed the way to a large rustic lodge
its front nothing but glass
in the center, an enormous decorated Christmas tree.
“Welcome to the Christmas Lodge.” Micah smiled.
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.
Contest winner is M.E. Lyle for his humorous story, A Late Christmas Dinner. Enjoy his interview!
So, tell us a little bit about the piece you wrote, A Late Christmas Dinner, for this contest.
A Late Christmas Dinner was inspired a few years back and based, very loosely, on real events. Of course the story has been greatly exaggerated. What good are imaginations if we can’t use them?
What else do you generally write?
I generally write light humor, tinted with a bit of romance. I enjoy making readers smile. I also tend to use a lot of dialogue. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not. I do very little poetry.
How long have you been writing? What inspired you to start?
I’ve been writing since 2007. My early writings are terrible, filled with punctuation errors, and verb confusion messes. I tend to use present tense when I should be using past tense. I need to go back someday and clean those messes up, but there are so many, and I am so lazy. I was inspired by Lucy Maud Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables. It’s always been a favorite.
Tell us a little bit about your hopes and dreams as a creative.
My hope is to live long enough to create something worthwhile. Most of what I write is pretty silly.
Where else can we find you and your work?
My work is posted only on WritersCafe.
Are you on WritersCafe? I have a contest called Best of 2016 that runs ’till January 13th. For this one, the members get to vote on the top finalists.
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?
It’s hard to believe that it is that time of the year again. Not sure about you, but I’ve yet to start my wrapping. Yikes.
Since the rest of this week will be on the crazy side, I just wanted to wish you all a very Merry Christmas!