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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: The Writer's Challenge (NOT the FaithWriters Challenge) (06/10/10)

TITLE: The Santa Challenge
By Holly Hoell
06/17/10


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“What are you doing? Have you done any of your chores,” Maria Yelled?

“I was thirsty,” Sonny replied.

“Well get back to work, you haven’t done anything since you’ve been home!” She said; opening the door, ushering him out.

Sonny was tired but each night after school he had to complete a long list of chores. After dinner, he would quietly go to his room to do his homework.

Tonight, he had a mission. Sonny took a scrap piece of paper and an old used envelope and sat down to write.

Dear Santa,
It’s Sonny. I live here at 234 Maple Street. Do you know I am here, cause I never get presents. My foster mom said I must have been bad, but I do all my chores. My shoes hurt my feet. Can you give me new shoes? I don’t have money but I can wash your sleigh.


He read it and re-read it. Why didn’t Santa come to his house? Every year, kids came to school with all kinds of nice things. His foster mom, Maria, told him it’s just another day same as the others. She said the other kids get presents because they are rich.

He put the letter in the envelope with Santa written on it and held it; praying God, please send Santa with presents this year. His friend Michael told him sending a letter might work. He was filled with hope as he put the letter in the mailbox. He got on the bus and went to school.

Blaine, assistant pastor from the local church was covering as backup to the regular mailman today. Sonny’s house happened to be the last house on Blaine’s route. He grabbed Sonny’s envelope and replaced it with junk mail and bills that he stuffed into the little mailbox.

He started to drive away when he noticed that the envelope was torn. Upon closer examination he saw it was a used envelope with the word Santa written on front. He showed his supervisor at the Post Office and was told; “throw it away, that sort of thing happens around Christmas time.”

Instead, he took the envelope to his car and read the letter. With a tug in his heart and a lump in his throat, he said, “Ok Lord, what would you have me do?”

He drove near the aging, weather worn home and parked across the street. The flyer for his church’s Christmas play caught his eye. He grabbed it and headed to the door. After a few knocks a thin tough looking woman, cigarette in hand, answered the door.

“Hello, I’m Pastor Jones from Grace Christian church. I am letting people know about our Christmas play, it’s free. Also do you have any needs that I can pray for or we do have programs to help with food and things like that.”

She took the paper and said “well I don’t know, I’m pretty busy with two jobs and all, but the boy – Sonny get over here. He’s always whining about his shoes hurting his feet.”

A thin dirty looking boy appeared, staring at the ground.

“Hi Sonny, do you need new shoes?”

“Yes,” Sonny replied. “My old ones hurt my feet, they are size 4 but I think I need 5.”

Looking back to the woman Blaine asked; “would it be ok if on Sunday we brought Sonny to church? We could find a pair of shoes for him and he could go to Sunday school if he wants. You’re welcome too."

"Pastor Jones, I don’t have time for that nonsense," she replied, "but Sonny can go, as long as he gets his chores done afterwards."

"Ok, Thank you ma’am. Have a nice day, and if you or Sonny need anything, please call me at the church, the number is on the flyer."

That Sunday, the church van picked up Sonny. Pastor Jones had a brand new pair of size 5 sneakers waiting for him. They fit perfect and they even looked cool. “Wow," Sonny said, "thanks!

Pastor Jones put his hand gently on the boys shoulder and said, “thank Jesus, they are from Him because He loves you.”

When Sonny got home he told his foster mom with a big smile, I sent a note to Santa for shoes, but Jesus hooked me up instead!


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Ruth Clowater06/18/10
Really nice and poignant. You captured the kid in Sonny very well. The ending is great.
Dee Yoder 06/20/10
Wow--so poignant! Jesus can use a letter to Santa to find a way to answer prayers! Lovely story.
Gregory Kane06/22/10
A lovely story with great progression. I particularly liked your last line.
Your punctuation needs a bit of attention. For example your first line should have read: 'chores?” Maria yelled.' If you check out the faithwriters forums, there are some great teaching tools on improving your writing. I've certainly benefitted in the quality of my own output. Bless you.
Mildred Sheldon06/23/10
Great story and you captured Sonny's feelings perfectly. Keep writing and God bless.