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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Christmas Cards (11/06/08)

TITLE: Maybe This Year
By lynn potter
11/13/08


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Maybe This Year

After years of rejection and sadness, I walked once again to the mailbox hoping for some indication that Daddy was thinking about me this Christmas. Maybe this year, I contemplated.

The walk to the mailbox was up hill and my thoughts took me to a brighter day, a day when family sat together under the Christmas tree laughing and listening to carols on the old radio that crackled because of a bad signal.
Wrappings crinkled as we screeched in delight at the treasures inside. Gramma and Papap would sit behind us enjoying our laughter.
The smells coming from the kitchen would fill our noses; apple pie, coffee and ham. Yes, those were the days of childhood glee and happy memories.
Divorce came all too quickly confusing our young minds and shattering the joys of future Christmas.

I made my way to the mailbox wondering what I would find or not find this year. Would there be a card from Daddy? Would I stand tall in thankfulness or slump in disappointment for another year?

I stood, looking at the mailbox, my heartbeat increasing in anticipation. Opening the lid, I held my breath retrieving the contents. Gingerly I sifted through the letters, bills, and cards. Nothing. Again, Nothing from Daddy.
Disappointment and tears beginning to fall, I heard the still small voice I have learned to recognize in times of sadness. “I am with you. I am your Abba, Daddy. Forgive again this year and I will send you the greatest card ever.”

I looked to my left and saw beautiful soft colors begin to form as I saw a rainbow peeking through the rain. “This is your Christmas card, My beloved. My promise to you. I AM your Daddy.”

I paused for a moment, gave my disappointment to Abba and walked back to the house, head high knowing I am loved.


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Joy Faire Stewart11/18/08
Excellent job showing the MC's emotions. Though sad, hope at the end.