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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Christmas (04/25/05)

TITLE: The Christmas the Trees Blew Their Tops
By Pam Kumpe
04/30/05


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I will never forget the night the trees all blew their tops!

On Christmas Eve night, my family gathered around the television set to watch Little House on the Prairie - “The Christmas They Never Forgot.”

A sudden, fierce snowstorm traps the members of the Ingalls family inside their little house on Christmas Eve, and they pass the time by exchanging stories about their favorite Christmas past.

Making my own private wish, I hoped my family might capture the Ingalls warmth, humor and drama.

A snowstorm sounded wonderful to me, actually the weather report mentioned possible snow flurries.

The sound of branches popping and cracking caught my attention, and I looked outside.

Holding onto a dish of candied yams, a favorite at my house on Christmas, I spotted sleet falling, it stuck to the trees, as the temperature dropped.

During our meal, the electrical lines snapped and the lights flickered, going off, leaving the eight of us in the dark and our lighthearted laughter changed to worry.

The accumulation of ice increased and a pine tree crashed to the ground minutes later, blocking the road in front of the house.

We covered up with blankets on the couch. The house grew cold and with no heat, and no lights, we weighed our options.

Faced with a tearful existence during that Christmas, I quickly learned the Ingalls family did not live at my house.

All the food in the house spoiled, my dog ate some of the Christmas presents and my husband sat on his glasses. At night we played card games by the light of a candle.

A week later, the electricity in the house resumed, and hot water was a blessing and enjoyed by all. Buying a chainsaw and new glasses, my husband started the clean up in our yard.

His work interrupted by falling snow on New Year’s Eve added yet another twist to our holiday season.

Although my family did not face the untamed wilderness, chop down trees, build homes, or face endless challenges like the Ingalls family, a historical development stamped its signature on all of us just the same.

And if you will look closely and listen; the love of a Savior is at hand, his mother, Mary looks at him, and remembers the words of an angel, “His kingdom will never end.”

She lingers, in wonder, and touches his face – an infant God in her arms.

Lest we get to busy, or distracted by the unexpected, we should be careful to not miss the Savior at Christmas.

One ice storm, just a moment changed my life; and to think Jesus – He can change my world, in “just a moment” too.

If I’ll let him!


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Kathy Ellis05/02/05
I wonder if the Ingalls ever weathered an ice storm with breaking trees? Nah... they lived in a Little House on the Prairie... no trees.. i forgot. Good story... a reminder of what is important in our lives.
Maxx .05/05/05
Great story! I can't say that I've ever had an ice storm or sleet on the California beach ... but it sounded dramatic!
Val Clark05/06/05
Great hook, sucked me right in! Engaging story.
Phyllis Inniss 05/06/05
You missed the Ingalls but you didn't miss Christ. He's always there through the fiercest storm. Nice story.