Hire
Writers
Editors
Home Tour About Read What's New Help Forums Join
My Account Login
Shop
Save
Support
E
Book
Store
Learn
About
Jesus
  

Four Ways For A Christian Writer To Win A Publishing Package HERE



The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!
The Official Writing Challenge

BACK TO
CHALLENGE
MAIN

INSTRUCTIONS

how it works
submission rules
guidelines for
choosing a level

ENTRIES

submit your entry
read current entries
read past entries
challenge winners



Our Daily Devotional HERE
Place it on your site or
receive it daily by email.





TRUST JESUS TODAY

TRY THE TEST



Share
how it works   Submit

Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Elephant in the Room (12/05/13)

TITLE: Bigger Than You Think
By Jack Taylor
12/09/13


 LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
 SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
 ADD TO MY FAVORITES

Bigger Than You Think

The pain hit hard, like an errant Yankees’ fastball to the knee cap. The sensory pathways inside Cyril Baxter lit up like a switchboard in New York after the first impacts of 9/11. There was nowhere to go and no one left to help.

Feona was merciless. Her leering smile perched just below those squinting eyes. Her tongue launching the dart that pierced deep into the heart.

And no one had warned him along the way.

From the tenth floor ward sheltering his hospital bed, the beaten warrior glanced at the Santa outfit lying deflated and discarded on the cheap plastic visitor’s chair. The snow was clogging the skies and blocking the view of other towering buildings that still stood in place. A wilted poinsettia, with two red leaves nestling the base of the green wrapped pot, sat abandoned on the window ledge.

He should have seen it coming.

The incessant beeping coming from the hallway testified to the overworked staff who couldn’t get everyone medicated quick enough. The rattling of a meal cart banged its way off the wall as its driver abandoned it for deliveries next door. Chatter from the nursing station tried to keep up with phones that kept screaming for attention.

There must have been hints if he had been watching for them.

Cyril scanned the sighing machines standing guard next to his headboard. He was stable. The intravenous poles snugged in close for support to remind him he was still in no shape to go anywhere else right now.

The day had started like all the other days with Feona. She stepped out of the shower and primped herself up like a primrose on a spring day. She approached the bed, bumped up against his back with her knee, and announced, “get up Santa, the kids need another lie to get them through.”

He’d groaned and moaned his way until the shower was done. He practiced his smile and chuckle. He donned the garb required for a mall Santa and shuffled his way onto the Subway as one of the five million souls rumbling like earthworms through the heart of Brooklyn, Queens, the Bronx, Manhattan and New York City itself. There must have been a thousand in similar attire. None of them were smiling.

Feona had taken a taxi and met him as he slumped down in the office chair. His second Starbucks was already finished.

“Do you remember Francois in admin pushing you to tell him the truth about Christmas?”

“Something like that.”

“And do you remember Harminder in sales asking you whether it took more room for the Santa palace or the nativity set?”

“Perhaps.”

“And do you remember Fatima in human resources asking you if you believed in multi-culturalism?”

“Slightly.”

“And do you remember Pepper down in communications talking about all the complaint letters because kids weren’t getting what they asked for.”

“Vaguely.”

“And do you remember Ephraim from ethics asking you if you considered it harmful to lie to children?”

“I think so. I said something like ‘everyone lies to kids’.”

“And do you remember Steve asking if this job was enough to support me through the year?”

“Yeah. Wait, isn’t Steve your lawyer?”

“Yes. Thanks to you, Francois, Harminder and Fatima have decided that Santa and baby Jesus could be spray painted on a window as a good will gesture for the season. They need room for more kiosks in the mall. As your manager, I’m here to tell you that you’re out of a job. As your wife, I’m here to tell you that you’re out of a marriage. Read the fine print on this very carefully. Merry Christmas…”

Not once had Cyril considered the lies he told little kids or his wife to be anything significant. The management had been circling like piranhas and he hadn’t seen it coming. He’d tied up Santa so closely to Jesus in his discussions with the mall’s new owners that when they decided to get rid of one it wasn’t hard for them to get rid of both. And him as well.

The notification of divorce proceedings was probably back on the office floor where he had fallen during his heart attack. A strange thing – this Christmas season. All this giving and getting. All this pretending and make believe. All this celebration. For what?

Cyril saw a New Testament sitting squarely on the bedside table. ‘I wonder what God thinks of Christmas nowadays.’


The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.


This article has been read 193 times
Member Comments
Member Date
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 12/12/13
This is a powerful and timely reminder. I need it right now as I am worrying and stressing about the wrong things. It's time for me to remember why Jesus came as a new baby those many years ago. Interesting and thought provoking piece.
Linda Goergen12/14/13
Wow! Well woven and very powerful!
Judith Gayle Smith12/16/13
I love this! I LOVE this! Multiply it times infinity. . .

Please "throw a brick" for others to enjoy, comment and support your writing:

http://www.faithwriters.com/Boards/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?f=56&t=37705

Hebrews 10:26-31 KJV
Anne Warden 12/17/13
WOW!!! This is powerful.

Although I'm not into santa (his name is too much like Satan), isn't there a line in the song "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" that says, "You better not lie" or Santa will know, and you won't get what you want for Christmas? Yet the whole santa thing about Christmas is the biggest lie of all. You have portrayed the angst of a mall santa extremely well.

You've also portrayed Feona well. I found myself feeling very sorry for the husband and understanding how a massive heart attack would be on the menu with a witch like her tied to his neck.
Leola Ogle 12/19/13
Wow, Jack! This is one of my favorites from you! Very thought provoking as well as written with true finesse. Congrats, dear fellow. And merry Christmas to you and yours.
Judith Gayle Smith12/19/13
Fantastic! Congratulations on your well-deserved win!

Love & Hugs in, through and because of Jesus, the Christ,

Judi Hebrews 10:26-31 KJV
Happy Holydays, beware the holly daze . . .
Nancy Bucca 12/19/13
Wow, what a giant take on the topic. It amazes me how even one of my children, whom I never taught to believe in Santa, believed the "teasing" references other grownups made. She is a believer in Jesus. However, the fact remains: a lie is a lie.

Great job with this and congratulations on your EC.
Sheldon Bass 12/19/13
Excellent as always. Congrats!
Bea Edwards 01/02/14
Another fabulous and creative piece. Well done!