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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Christmas Tree (10/09/08)

TITLE: MY CHRISTMAS TREE
By Kenneth Heath
10/14/08


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MY CHRISTMAS TREE

Cindy sat in the window looking out on the cold winters day. Tears ran freely down her pink cheeks as she relived the events of the past year. Her little body began to shake as she remembered the terrible accident that took her mom, dad and her big brother Jamie away from her.

It was the night before Christmas, and they were off to see her tree. It wasn’t really her tree but ever since she could remember, every Christmas Eve the family would get in dads’ pick-up truck and drive to the smart neighbourhood to look at all the houses that were decorated with Christmas lights and decorations.

It was her special Christmas treat and dad would let Jamie and her stand in the back of the pick-up as they drove slowly through the streets, “oohing” and “aahing” at the sheer beauty of it all. On Acorn drive there was a large house with a very big fir tree that was adorned with hundreds of lights and ornaments that twinkled and sparkled and danced before her eyes. It was so beautiful it took her breath away and from that very first sighting, she called it her Christmas tree.

Mom made a mental note of the address of the house, and they used to visit it every Christmas Eve and let Cindy just sit there admiring it for ages. She wanted to go into the yard for a better look but dad said it would not be proper to disturb the owners and that the tree looked better from across the road.

That was until last Christmas Eve when a big red lorry had run a red light and crashed into daddy’s pick-up while they were on their way to see her tree. Because she was standing on the back of the pick-up, she had been thrown clear, but Jamie was sick, so he was sitting upfront with mom and dad and had been killed with them in the accident.

Cindy had a few scratches and bruises, but the police lady said she could not see mom and dad and Jamie because they had gone to be with Jesus. She had cried a little then, and then later a lot when she realized that she was alone in the world. She had no family whatsoever and soon the lady from child services had come to fetch her from the police station and had taken her to a foster home.

Her foster parents, Martha and Harold were old and strict, but they took good care of her. There were younger children staying there and every so often they became adopted and left. She was told that she was too old to be adopted and so, on this Christmas Eve, she was all alone, sitting by the window looking out, thinking of the wonderful times she had spent with her family.

As she dried her tears, a car drove up and a man and a woman got out and walked up to the front door. The doorbell rang and she could hear talking and then Martha called, “Cindy, could you come down for a minute?”

On entering the living room she saw a beautiful lady and a tall dark haired man. They were smiling at her kindly and the lady said, “Hello Cindy, my name is Janice and this is Tom, and we would like to know if you would like to spend Christmas with us. We have applied to adopt you, but the social worker said that we should first take you to our house and spend Christmas with you so that you can decide if you like us, and if you would like to come and live with us.”

Cindy was speechless. “Aren’t I too old to be adopted?” she said.

“No, sweetheart”, said Janice picking her up. “You are never too old to be loved. Please say that you will come and spend Christmas with us.”

“Yes please.” Said Cindy, as a smile lit up her chubby face.

Martha packed her clothes in a suitcase, and before she knew it she was in the car driving to her new home. As the car turned into Acorn Drive, Cindy could scarcely believe it as they drove up to the big house with her tree in the garden. Tears flowed as she realized that God had given her not only a new family but a special Christmas present as well, her Christmas tree.


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Gregory Kane10/20/08
Wow, what a tear-jerker
Norma-Anne Hough 10/25/08
A really touching story Ken.
Thanks for your comments, have been a bit slow in reading entries.
Lotsa love to you all,
Norms