Holiday stories by Powell River students: Grade eight

Christmas wish

By Sophia Ervington, grade eight
École Côte du Soleil

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For it was Christmas Eve, the house was silent all except for the crackling of the fire and the grandfather clock ticking peacefully to itself.

A carefully decorated tree sat in the parlor, an array of pleasant surprises placed underneath. A young girl lay half asleep on a couch, awaiting the arrival of the jolly old man.

Her gaze left the frosted window and drifted towards the village placed above the hearth. For this village was special, not an ordinary one, built by her grandfather many years ago.

Crafted with love and care, it was laced with holiday magic. She admired the magical scene, longing to spend a day with her grandfather who passed away many years ago. And so she wished with all her might and flicked the village’s little switch on.

For the holiday magic was alive that night, and a cloud of snow lifted her off the ground and gently placed her on a heap of snow in the little town below.

A warm hand reached down, realizing that it was the spirit of her grandfather, she enveloped him in a hug she had been wanting to give for a long time.

The remainder of the day was a blur. They skated on an ice-covered pond, caught snowflakes on their tongues, and made snow angels together.

The day came to an end, and she knew it was time to go. She embraced him one last time before a cloud of silver snowflakes carried her away.

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Nostalgia

Claire Walford, grade eight
École Côte du Soleil

I look out the window—

all is white—

I almost forgot that it is Christmas time.

This reminds me of times when my kids played outside: they tore open their gifts, held them with such great pride.

I wonder how my grandchildren will react when they see the packages from me; to the brim they're packed.

I do hope they like them! I sure know I did

when my family and friends all exchanged gifts.

This holiday season I’m alone, yet lonely I’m not—look at what I've sewn!

I’ve done hems and quilts and much more! I knit the mittens that lie in my drawer.

I recall the days of sliding along icy lanes, wanting to do it all again.

But its all right, I’m expecting a call, from my kids and their kids, they're my kin, after all!

Now today’s Christmas Eve, and I am excited, for tomorrow I’ll open a gift,

I’m delighted.

With two claps of my hands, the lights switch off, and instantly it’s to dreamland I’m off.

I dream of times that I took for granted—when I’d run in the snow, then I felt so enchanted,

or when me and my father would chop down a pine, one that stood tall, one that looked just divine.

Then I woke up abruptly, but I feel oh-so-lucky, for it’s Christmas today; everything will be lovely!

The day passed, fast, it’s sad but the truth, Christmas is gone and so is my youth.

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Santa’s Christmas miracle

Adam Cantryn, grade eight
Assumption School

It was a dark and snowy night in the North Pole. Santa has just finished loading up his sleigh. He was stuffed with cookies and so was the sled with presents. He was feeding the reindeer carrots and he was sprinkling magical reindeer powder on the carrots that gave them the power to fly smoothly through the air. The reindeer nodded slowly like they were saying that they were ready. Santa said “well we should go now because it’s already 9 o’clock”. He hopped into his sleigh, grabbed the reins, and shouted “Dasher now Dancer and Prancer then Vixen now Comet now Cupid and Donder and Donner and Blixem with Blixen then Blitzen with Rudolph!!! Then they took off like a rocket leaving a trail of red and pink sparkles behind, but something was not right. Santa thought the reindeer were out of powder already and they started flying up and down. Right at that moment he remembered that the powder that he gave the reindeer was not flying powder it was sleeping powder for when the reindeer could not sleep at night time! The sleigh started to tip down but then he saw a bottle of powder strapped to Prancer so he bent over and just barely grabbed it. Then he broke it in half, threw it in the air and the reindeer sniffed it up, and they could fly again! Santa said “Wow! That was a miracle!” Ho Ho Ho!!!!

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How Santa’s sleigh broke down

Denny Hanson, grade eight
Assumption School

 
It was Christmas Eve and all the reindeer were getting ready. Santa was so excited. Santa and his wife, Mrs Claus, were having dinner. Santa said “that was great thank you!”

Mrs Claus said “well I can’t let Santa go and deliver presents on an empty tummy.”

“Well I better go get ready” said Santa. While Santa was getting ready, so were the reindeer. This one reindeer didn’t really like Christmas, so he walked away from the group. He went to the sleigh and went over to the unknown engine. He put his hoof in there and played around with the mystery engine. So when Santa and his reindeer left and they lifted off the cold icy ground and Santa said “first up to Canada.” They went to Alberta then Ontario and when they got to BC they were in Vancouver. They were on a house and when Santa came out of the chimney and got in the sleigh it stopped working. He went to go look at the engine and the reindeer got nervous. When Santa was done looking at it he asked the reindeer if they had any clue who did it. The reindeer that did it said “it was me” and Santa said “why did you do it.” He said “because the kids get all the toys and we get nothing but carrots.” Santa said “all you had to do was ask for a toy.” He replied “oh can I help you try and fix it?” So they fixed it and Christmas wasn’t ruined and Santa delivered all the presents.

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