J.A. Bennett, Leigh Covington, and David Powers King are hosting a holiday blogfest!
The deal is to write a piece of flash fiction, poem, or song (300 words or less) for someone you know (real or imaginary), in any genre, with a holiday theme (real or fictional). Post it on your blog anytime between now and when the linky closes. You then give it to that someone, sometime before the new year! And are entered to win prizes!
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And here's my entry (296 words):
Everything for Christmas
The three girls crept towards it. It hadn't been on their Christmas lists. They hadn't even known that they could ask for it. But there it was, sitting on the coffee table. The girls shivered as they circled it. The oldest turned on an oil space heater. A breeze was coming through the door that led to the barn-half of their metal shed home.
They could have looked at it from their warm bunk beds. There weren't walls, just furniture delegating the "rooms." They had held a whispered argument; their parents were sleeping just on the other side of a row of dressers.
The present was too unexpected, too beautiful, too Christmas-ish. And it wasn't even wrapped. They could examine every inch. They slid out of bed.
It had a pink roof with a rippled edge, like sweet frosting on a white cake. The shutters were as blue as baby eyes. The kitchen and living room were downstairs, the bedroom and bathroom upstairs. A chic two-story dollhouse.
The second-born wondered if there were doll-people and furniture under the tree. The littlest poked a chubby finger in the door under the stairs to see if they were hiding.
Could Mommy and Daddy afford such a large present? They shouldn't ask for dolls too. They lived in the barn until they could find a cheap enough real house.
"Christmas is giving whatever you can. Like Jesus gave us everything, even Himself,” the second-born reasoned, hugging herself. The oil heater wasn't even warm yet.
“Back to bed,” the oldest whispered. “Until they wake up. They'll want to see our faces, so act surprised.” The girls scurried and dove under the covers like little barn mice, full of delight and wonder.
They had gotten a house for Christmas.