I had to write about 250 words on my favorite holiday and post it on my blog on exactly November 15th. It is supposed to be short and sweet! Wish me good luck!
Shoebox Angel
By Jennifer Young
Alone in her shoebox, tucked away in the attic, Angel couldn’t sleep.
“I wonder if he’s here yet?” She asked.
She tried to wiggled and turn on her light, but nothing happened.
“Did they replace me? Did they forget me?” she whimpered.
“Achoo!”
Angel poked her head out. She watched as a mouse rummaged through boxes.
“God bless you,” she said and his little jaw dropped.
“I found you at last!” he squeaked,
“Me?” Angel pointed.
“There’s no time to explain,” he said and helped her up.
He led Angel into a hole in the wall,
Through a maze,
Down a pipe,
And out towards a glowing light.
The smell of fresh pine pulled her into a room she knew by heart. A Christmas tree towered in the center of it. All of it was decorated but the empty spot on top.
“Oh Christmas tree,” she sang.
“Shhh,” said the mouse.
Then, over on the table Angel noticed the untouched cookies and milk.
“Oh joy, I didn’t miss it,” she said.
“It’s best if you start climbing,” he urged.
Ding, ding, ding, the clock started chiming. Angel made her way up the tree. The decorations
offered her help.
“I knew Mouse would find you,” Gingerbread man whispered.
“We missed you old friend,” said Nutcracker pulling her up with a candy cane. They gave her pats on the head.
Ding, ding, ding.
Angel was almost at the top when the clock dinged its twelfth chime.
And she slipped.
“Whooooa,” She tumbled down, down, down.
*plop*
Soft white gloves cushioned her fall.
“There, there, little one,” Santa said.
He placed her back on top.
“Hmm, something is off,” he scratched his head.
Then, he twitched his nose and his eyes twinkled. And with a snap of his fingers *SNAP* Angel lit up the room brighter than ever before.
“Oh, thank you!” she said.
And away to work he went.
The End
