The Hummingbird Christmas: A Short Story

As the west coast rain fell outside, I bubbled with excitement.  I loved Christmas Eve and though a little snow, would be lovely, I was content.   I watched out my window as carolers gathered. Soon, it would be time for cookies and milk; I had written my note for Santa.

Dear Santa,

All I want for Christmas is a little sparkle of magic so I can know in my heart you are real. 

Your friend,

Bethanie.

My friends told me Santa did not exist.  I wanted them to be wrong.  If I could just see something magical at Christmas time, that would be enough.  Would Santa bring the magic?

I stared at the Christmas tree.  The decorations sparkled but they weren’t magic.

I could smell shortbread cookies in the oven.  Delicious, but not magic.

I stepped outside, hoping to hear the carolers’ singing.  The rain sprinkled lightly on my face.  Then something pink and shiny caught my eye.  I heard a hummmmm of beating wings.  A hummingbird darted into view.  I stood completely still.  I saw a most surprising sight.  The hummingbird fed its babies with nectar from its beak.  I watched as it flew from the neighbor’s bird feeder to the nest. The mother hummingbird placed her beak into the mouths of the two babies; they were tiny and perfect.

Baby hummingbirds in winter… it had to be Christmas magic! Maybe Santa is real, I thought.

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This short story was submitted to: Susanna Hill’s Holiday Writing Contest 

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Winner of Short Story Contest! Yes!

I happened upon a short story contest last week at Wordy Wanderings and guess what?  My little story won!  What a way to start my week! Thank you A. LaFaye!

The challenge? Write a children’s story in 100 words in which a child makes friends with their food.  I figured it would be prudent to repost this here, just in case you missed reading 🙂

Friendship Soup

Sophie: One goldfish, two goldfish…

Sophie popped fishy crackers into her mouth.

Sophie: This fishy looks pale.

Plop! Fishy swam in tomato soup.

Sophie: Isn’t it hot?

Fishy: No. It’s warm.

Sophie: That’s why you’re pale.

Mom: Sophie, please eat your lunch.

Shark chased fishy.

Sophie: Quick, before he gets you!

Crunch!

Fishy: I’m shaking from my head to-ma-toes.

Sophie: Shark’s gone.

Fishy: I’ve always wanted to be a big fish in a little pond.

Sophie slurped some soup.  She left a little for fishy.

Sophie: You’re queen of the pond now.

Mom: Did you finish your lunch?

Sophie: Mostly.

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