Susanna Leonard Hill’s holiday writing contest is underway! Here is my entry:
In November my email DINGS! It reads:
“Sam, I can’t deliver Christmas this year. I broke my back! All the doctors at the North Pole say I have to stay in bed for six weeks! I don’t know what to do. The elves stopped making toys and Mrs. Claus went on vacation. This is a total disaster! Please write back.”
Santa needs my help? Doesn’t he have a lawyer, psychologist or dermatologist or someone else to ask?
Mom says Santa knows I’m organized and that is why he asks me for my help.
I ask the social worker at my school what to do. She looks at me funny and then says she’ll be seeing me quite a bit in the new year.
I ask the lunch lady what to do, she says, “Lay off the sugar, kid.”
The nurse checks my temperature. “Normal, kind of,” she replies under her breath.
Oh, no! Christmas is in big trouble!
I remember there are other holidays around this time, so I call up Hanukkah and Kwanza.
Hanukkah says, “Happy to help! We don’t start lighting candles until January this year. We’ll bring the gifts, one for each child.”
Kwanza says, “One of our main principles is to create unity in the world. We’ll bring the food as it brings us all together around the table.”
Hurrah! It’s all coming together. Presents and food arrive at homes everywhere.
Christmas day is a huge success—thanks to our holiday neighbors.
A couple of months later, Cupid texts me…