Susanna's rules were to write a holiday story not to exceed 350 words where weather impacts the holidays. Good luck to all my writer friends and please read the other stories which are linked from Susanna's blog.
Whether or Not to
Ho-Ho-Ho
(word count: 335)
Santa stretched in his lounger and sipped
a smoothie. He soaked up sunshine and daydreamed about a longer vacation. But, it
was December 22.
“Ho-ho-ho. Should I stay, or should I go? I know what Mrs. Claus would
say.” Instead, he flipped over and snoozed all day.
“OUCH!” Santa stretched and looked down at his feet… blisters like
scalded cranberries.
He hobbled to the bathroom to see what was the matter. In the mirror
Santa gasped at the sight… skin redder than Rudolph’s nose…a beard crispier
than burnt gingerbread. This was NOT a jolly old elf.
Ho-ho, no. I promised Rudolph some
practice runs back North. Stockings need stuffing, my red suit’s a tad
wrinkled, and I’m a mess.
Mrs. Claus called Santa the next day. “Nick,
honey, only one day left. The reindeer are restless. The elves grumble and mope.
Please, come back to the North Pole.”
Santa sighed and gulped his lemonade. He jumped into his red convertible
and sped to the airport while Christmas tunes cheered him on.
Ho-ho, no snow for my flight home. Maybe I’ll make it just in the nick of
time.
“This just in,” the announcer said. “Haboob alert. Dust may delay flights
out of Phoenix. Stay tuned.”
At the
gate, Santa checked in with the Icicle Express. His feet throbbed. His skin peeled, but Christmas awaited.
“Humbug to dust storms. To the North
Pole, ASAP.”
Santa stared as a wall of dirt rushed in.
Lights flickered. Windows shattered. Darkness covered the runway.
Santa stamped his boots. “Ho-ho, no.”
Like Christmas magic, the sun reappeared.
WHOOSH! Monsoon winds kicked the small plane around as it rose higher.
Santa boomed, “Oh, the weather outside is frightful…snow would be
delightful.”
To
Santa’s joy, the air turned frosty. Snow flurried. Reindeer pranced across the
sky, and Rudolph joined the escort. The Icicle Express touched down and then glided
to Santa’s workshop.
“Ho-ho-ho. Let it snow. Mrs. Claus, eggnog, please. Rudolph, let’s check
the flight pattern. I’m back. Let Christmas Eve begin!”
Loved your story Kathy! Best of Luck!
ReplyDeleteBeverly, I appreciate you reading this. It's fun to have an audience, isn't it?
DeleteSo cute! Love the nods to Cement Moore's story. The haboob is a great twist on the Christmas blizzard!
ReplyDeleteGood, you caught my nod to the poem, Leslie!
DeleteI love that Santa drives a red convertible! :) Poor Santa really does need a longer vacation (and a bit more sunscreen...LOL!). Good luck on your entry!
ReplyDeleteTeresa, yes, Santa needs R&R and sunscreen. TY for reading.
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ReplyDeleteI love this story! One of my PiBoIdMo ideas involved a haboob-- something I never even knew about before moving here. Good luck with the contest!
Rachel, we are representing PHX well in this contest. TY for reading my entry.
DeleteGreat story! I love the inclusion of the haboob - a very Arizona weather experience. =)
ReplyDeleteThanks Bridget for stopping by to read. Love having an audience.
ReplyDeleteI must ask my friend in AZ about the haboob. This is a whole different take on Santa's off-time. :) Great story.
ReplyDeleteLynne, these hubbubs are like being in a disaster movie.
DeleteVery cute story, Kathy! Love the AZ touch w/dust storms and the Icicle Express and all the neat descriptions!
ReplyDeleteTY for reading this, Tina. YO are always a great support.
DeleteDear Kathy: I enjoyed your story. I think your title could read "Weather or not!...."
ReplyDeleteYou are right, Shiela. TY for reading it.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful. Can Santa Claus ever go into retirement? He deserves it. He looks like a natural by the pool and I don't think that's lemonade he's drinking.
ReplyDeleteYou are correct, Sally. Guess this is not G rated.
DeleteWhat a fun story, Kathy. And thanks to you, I learned one thing new today - I did not know what a haboob was until I looked it up.
ReplyDeleteOh, thanks for stopping by, Sylvia. Google July 5 PHX haboob and yo will see an amazing sight.
DeleteWhat a great story, Kathy! Clever use of a haboob, Ioved it! Lots of luck to you in the contest!! xo
ReplyDeleteElaine, if you think it's good, I feel thrilled. I wanna win something soon - gotta say. I've been in lots of contests and challenges and even to win a PB would be great. Thanks for stopping by.
DeleteEveryone needs a sunny vacation, I guess :) but maybe not quite THAT sunny! :) I hope poor Santa's sunburn and blisters didn't hinder him to much on his Christmas Eve travels. Bonus points for a weather choice that wasn't over-used in the contest, and for teaching me a word I didn't know - haboob - I love it! :) Thanks so much for joining in the fun! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading -- they are all great this year!
DeleteLooks like Santa needs to remember his sunscreen on his next vacation! Poor guy! Glad he made it out of the dusty mess in time for Christmas Eve! :) It was fun to follow Santa's every move, Kathy.
ReplyDeleteCarrie, thanks for stopping by to read this. I appreciate it.
DeleteI kept catching the tune in my head as I read. Well done
ReplyDeleteGracias, Cecila. I am happy you enjoyed it.
DeleteNever thought about Santa needing a vacation. This is a great entry. GOod luck!
ReplyDeletePatricia, I thank you for reading this. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.
ReplyDeleteWell done Kathy! Best of luck!
ReplyDeleteThank you< CP and friend, Pam.
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