Christmas Stories. I wrote a couple of 'em but was told they were too sad. Bah humbug!
Read 'em for yourself and tell me if you tear up.
By the way, if you're going to reproduce any part of it, please do acknowledge author - Sheela Prabhakaran.
Christmas Smells Swell
I sat sullenly in the corner,
facing the wall. Dad’s idea of punishment was never fun.
It had started out innocently
enough with a stink bomb. Isn’t that what brothers do? Play tricks on one
another?
Unfortunately, mum and dad didn’t
think so. Mum was in a right rotten mood. “Just before Christmas too! Will we
ever get this smell out?” she grumbled loudly enough for the entire town to
hear.
I hung my head in shame. I didn't want to be on Santa’s naughty list. I needed to do something, and do it quick
too.
Once Dad was done with me, I rushed
out into the forest. A squirrel tilted her head at me as she sat with her bushy
tail moving languidly behind her. “What should I do?” I asked her.
Talking to a squirrel – what would
my friends say? But there was no one else to turn to. Mum certainly didn't want
to talk to me just then. Anyway, that’s when the most amazing thing happened.
The squirrel chattered loudly,
attracting her mate. I watched fascinated as they gathered pine-cones flowers
and other fragrant herbs from the forest. They dragged it all close to me and
gave me one long look before scooting off.
Why of course! Forest fragrance
will drown the stink in our log cabin. “Thank you!” I yelled after the
chattering chums. Christmas was starting to look merry once again.
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