First place winners in The Enterprise's
Christmas writing contest
The Christmas wish
First place, K-3
By Baileigh Sage Easter, Second grade, PSPS
Once upon a time there was a family. They were poor and they didn't have a house and tomorrow was Christmas Eve. The parents thought that the children would be disappointed. The parents didn't know what to do.
Then suddenly a fairy appeared and she said, "I am Santa's fairy and I will grant you and your family wishes but only today and tomorrow, then it's over. So, what do you wish?"
The mother and father said, "We wish that we were rich." And the fairy waved her wand and said, "as you wish," and then the money appeared and the fairy said, "there may be a bad part in this wish."
But the parents weren't listening because they were having too much fun swimming in the money.
The fairy disappeared.
Later that night a ghost came. He was called the Greedy Ghost and he said, "come with me." And he brought us to the future. And the future was our children and they were saying that Mom and Dad are so rich now that they never pay attention to us anymore. I know!
They went back and said, "fairy, we wish that we are not rich and we aren't poor and we are just plain people."
And the fairy waved her wand and said, "as you wish," and the children woke up and saw a house and a tree and under it was presents. And they opened their presents and then they lived happily ever after.
The dancing candy canes
First place, 4-7
By Braedon Augustine, Fourth grade, MODE
One day on Christmas Eve my family and I were decorating the Christmas tree and for decorations we used numerous amounts of candy canes, gingerbread men, popcorn and cranberries. It was late when we finished and I was pretty tired so my mom told me to go to bed so Santa would come.
I woke up in the middle of the night and walked into the living room where our tree was to see if Santa had come yet. As I was walking toward the tree, I thought I saw the candy canes that we had decorated with dancing in the middle of the floor and the gingerbread men eating all the popcorn and cranberries. When I took another step the floor creaked and suddenly all of the candy canes and gingerbread men jumped back onto the tree and were perfectly still as if they had been there all along.
I saw that Santa had not come yet so I started heading back to my bedroom. Although my back was turned, I thought I saw the candy canes dancing again out of the corner of my eye, so I quickly turned around only to find them hanging perfectly still on the tree again.
I thought I must be going crazy and decided just to go back to bed. I tried really hard to go back to sleep for what seemed like two hours, but all I could do was toss and turn and wonder if what I saw was real or if I was dreaming.
I finally decided that I was too excited to sleep so I quietly tiptoed back into the living room to see if what I saw was real, and much to my surprise I caught Santa dancing with the candy canes and eating with the gingerbread men! They didn't see me so I quickly but quietly went back to my bedroom because I knew that if Santa saw me he would not leave me any presents and I definitely did not want that to happen!
I waited patiently for Santa to finish what he was doing and listened for the reindeer to leave so I would know it was safe to come out of my room. I must have dozed off in all the excitement though because when I woke again it was daylight and the rest of my family was already awake and waiting for me to come out to see what Santa had brought!
I didn't tell anybody what I had seen earlier that night because it would have been hard for them to believe. It was hard for me to believe!
As I sat on the floor and began to open my presents, something caught my eye and I looked up at the tree. Right in the middle was one of the gingerbread men, with a piece of popcorn stuck to his lip, leaning on one of the candy canes as if they had been tap dancing together.
As I saw there looking at that gingerbread man, remembering all that I had seen just a few hours earlier, my eyes met his and he winked at me. It was only then that I knew I wasn't crazy!
First place, 8-12
By Evan Goins, Eleventh grade, PCHS
"Mommy, can we go talk to Santa? I want to tell him all of the things I want."
"No, we have to finish getting presents for your dad, Liam," his mother replied in her sweet voice. "You've already told him anyway." Her voice carried a short chuckle as she ran her hands through Liam's shaggy hair.
The store smelled wildly of pine cones and gingerbread. Little Liam loved it there with the toys whirling and candy free of charge. He considered it a type of heaven--the way young lovers walked hand in hand admiring the toys and foods, the way kids skipped around sucking on peppermint canes.
Of course, he played with the toys they allowed him to--indestructible helicopters, RC cars, and teddy bears alike. He sucked on the peppermint cane that he so devilishly plucked from the stand of free candy canes. He thought he was a trickster indeed.
The mother and son duo walked past all sorts of holiday items. Huge inflatable Santas and snowmen danced atop shelves displaying themselves for the families that enjoyed having large, fat men dance in their yard. Liam knew he was not one for enjoyment of these peculiarities.
They next walked by Liam's favorite Christmas items, the beautiful snow globes. Hundreds, he thought, lined the shelves of the department store. A certain one caught his eye.
The globe held a perfect miniature town. Horses pulled buggies that held chubby men with top hats and monocles, frozen on the cobblestone streets. The main street held dozens of shops that were bordered by fantastic white lights. Wreaths were draped on every door which smelled much like, according to little Liam's wondrous imagination, much like the store.
At the end of the marvelous street were two large poles colored identically with the candy cane Liam sucked on. A banner hung between them with the words "Christmas Town" written on it like beautifully etched ivory. Liam gathered the globe into his tiny hand and shook with great ferocity.
A chilling wind suddenly lapped at Liam's tiny face. His cheeks grew red as he lay on a snow covered ground. He rose to his feet in shock of his newfound surroundings. The town before him matched the one he previously saw in the snow globe. Two large, candy cane poles towered above him with the banner reading "Christmas Town" dangling between them.
"How did I get here?" he asked himself scratching his tiny head.
He trudged forward through the deep snow into the town seeking warmth from the biting cold he experienced. He walked along the cobblestone clad streets that held the newly animated horse-drawn carriages with the stout, chubby, top hat, monocle wearing men upon them. He come across a poor boy, much the same age as he. The boy wore tattered clothing, shivering in the cold wind.
"Why are you sitting out here?" Liam asked with a heightened curiosity. His hands resided in his coat pocket groping the dollar an elderly lady gave him in the store.
"Well, the good, gracious store clerk kicked me out after I could not pay me rent," a heavy Scottish accent was held with his words.
"Nay. I haven't food in a day, and I've been freezin' out here."
"Well," Liam spoke, "nice meeting you." He did not want to hold a conversation any longer than necessary for he feared strangers.
Liam entered the store. A fire roared softly in the furnace at the far end of the room. The flames illuminated the wooded room. Candy canes, whirligigs, and toy trains lined the wooden shelves. Wreaths and lights hung on every wall. A burly man with a large red beard resided behind a glass counter. The case in it held small sweets and gadgets that all little boys would love to have in their stockings on Christmas morn. The man leaned over the counter.
"Welcome to me humble shop, lad," the man's voice matched his hearty figure, low and deep.
"Hey, how are you?"
"I be good. May I interest ye in any of me toys or candy?"
Liam walked over to the counter and leaned over the case of candy. The colorful candies sat in a perfect line displaying themselves with surreal beauty. Green and whites, red and whites, green and reds all swirled on the perfectly round candies. Liam's little mouth watered as he studied the food. Each cost five cents, conveniently marked in dollars. Liam tried to do the math but could not. He pulled out his dollar and placed it on the counter.
"How much can I get with this?"
"That'll get ye about twenty pieces."
"Can I have five of the green and white ones and the rest green and red?"
"Sure, little buddy."
He placed the candies in a brown bag and held it out for little Liam. Liam snagged the bag, jumping to reach it, and immediately ate one of the pieces. It tasted perfect to the little boy. Christmas filled his mouth with pleasure. Then he headed outside, back to the poor boy on the side of the street. The boy shivered still.
"Hey," Liam said to the boy on the street.
"Ay," the boy returned.
"Want some of my candy?"
Of course! I'd love some of yer candies!"
Liam held his bag out to the boy, and as soon as his hand entered the bag, Liam returned to the department store. Stunned, he pulled his mother's coattail. She seemed as though she did not notice his absence.
"Mom, Mom! Did you miss me?" Liam pleaded as he tugged his mother's coat harder.
"Miss you?" puzzlement drifted across her face. "You were here the whole time."
Liam tried to explain the wonderment he met in the town in the snow globe. He tried to recite the poor beggar situation and the beautiful shop so full of Christmas delicacies. He spoke with great enthusiasm and awe. His mother attentively listened, captivated by the story.
"That sounds like an amazing story, Liam!" she ran her hand through his shaggy hair again. He felt her disbelief.