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I couldn’t think of a single thing to write for the competition I thought of entering.
“It’s a dumb topic,” I told my son, “Can’t they think of something more meaningful?”
Five minutes later I began telling him this tale.
Merry Christmas.
It was extremely early on Christmas morn,
I was awakened with a yawn…
I suppose it was the cool breeze blowing through the open window, and under the fluttering curtain. I shivered and pulled the cover up, then lay there wandering through my thoughts.
It came to me suddenly, “Its Christmas!”
Wanting to be the first to open presents, I leapt out of bed and rushed to the top of the stairs, and tripped over Ginger, a very lazy, very fat cat.
“Aaargh!”
Thud,
Thud,
Thud,
Thud,
Thump,
Thump,
Thud,
Thump,
Thud,
Thud,
Thump.
--It’s a twelve-story building, you realize? --
Thump,
Thump,
Thump,
Thud,
Thud,
Thump.
Thud,
Thud,
And thud,
And thump.
--Pant puff pant pant. It’s tiring trying to make this up to one hundred and fifty words. –
Thud,
Thud,
Thump,
And thud.
“Uurgh,” I lay at the bottom of the stair well looking up through glazed eyes, and realized I could see the colorful lights of Christmas spinning slowly ‘round my sore head.
And that’s the best, or worst I could come up with.
God bless.
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