Susanna Leonard Hill's 6th Annual Holiday Contest!!!!

UPDATE 12-12-16: I wasn't happy with my original story. I don't think any child would like it either. Of course at 2 am I had an idea on how to fix it, which I promptly forgot when I woke up in the morning. So here is the 3rd version below complete with a new title. I hope you enjoy it. 

Susanna Leonard Hill is back with another writing contest. The rules this time: Write a children’s holiday story using the basic format/concept of The Twelve Days Of Christmas!  The 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 300 words.

This was a hard one for me. I ran it by my son who usually inspires my stories, but he hadn't heard the 12 Days of Christmas yet. So I had to come up with something myself. It weighs in at a hefty 300 words. For you reading pleasure I present to you, "My Favorite Christmas So Far"

My Favorite Christmas So Far
(300 words)

My favorite Christmas in my seven years so far was last Christmas when I got a Scrappy Steve action figure with swinging spaghetti arms. It was a rough twelve days of Christmas. It didn’t appear I was going to get him at all.

On the first day of Christmas I got a pair of socks. I still had socks I hadn’t worn from the previous Christmas.

The next ten days the presents alternated between underwear and socks. Except for day eight when I got a tooth brush and tooth paste.

It didn’t look good for Scrappy Steve on the morning of day twelve. I moped into the family room where a beautifully wrapped box the size of Scrappy Steve lay on the table.

I dashed to the table, grabbed the box, and shredded the wrapping paper faster than a guitarist playing a solo. It was a Scrappy Steve box but Scrappy Steve was missing. In his place was a note.

I pulled the note from the box, unfolded it and read it aloud, “You must save Scrappy Steve from the fish-breathed beast of fur!”

What is a fish-breathed beast of fur I wondered? My face lit up like a light bulb as the answer came to me, it was my cat Clark! 

I ran to the pantry where Clark’s bed was. Clark had Scrappy Steve in his grasp and batted him between his paws. I rescued Scrappy Steve and ran back into the living room. Steve’s swinging spaghetti arms flailed about like an inflatable wacky waving tube man.

I entered the room and saw my family smiling at me and I shouted, “Merry Christmas everyone!”

I look forward to getting Scrappy Steve’s arch nemesis this Christmas, Ridiculously Long-Necked Ron. Hopefully it won’t take all twelve days to get him.