Competition: Cheer Me Up!

[Rudolph 1001]

Rudolph strokes the ground lightly with his hoof. The other Reindeer have been horrid to him, and he's upset, he notices you approaching, and looks up. "Neigh!" He says in a miserable groan, his nose a dark shade of red.

Saint Nicholas approaches his face grim. "Ah, I see you've met Rudolph here", he says whilst rubbing Rudolph on the head. "He's been having a hard time lately. The other Reindeer have made life difficult for him, because of his nose y'see... He needs something to cheer him up."

Saint Nicholas looks up at you, a small smile growing at the side of his mouth, "Rudolph enjoys a good read y'know... And you look like the type that'd be a fine writer, friend - why don't you try writing a little piece for him?".

Saint Nicholas continues on, and explains what he wants you to do.

• Write a short piece (under 500 words) that involves Christmas.
  
• It can involve Rudolph, Saint Nicholas, Presents, Snowmen - anything, but it must be cheery.
  
• The piece must be posted in this thread by the 20th of December.
  
• The piece must be entirely your own work.
  
• The winner will be chosen by Rudolph on the 25th of December, and revealed the same day.
  
• The winner shall receive: one of Rudolph's special badges (once the award system is up), and perhaps a little bag of minas to spread the Christmas joy.
  

[EminentFate96 7]

Here is a story for you Rudolph!

Had to edit parts out to fit the word limit..

Sam's Snowman..

Once upon a time, in a small town lived a boy called Sam.

Sam would watch every Christmas as the snow would float from the sky and lay on his front lawn.

Sam had never been old enough to make a snowman, but he decided that this year he would.

So on this cold Christmas, Sam decided "he will be the best snowman there ever was" he thought to himself. "and I will take care of him"

So every day, for five days on the week of Christmas, Sam would get up early in the morning and build one part of his snowman, as perfect as possible.

On the first day he collected snow and moulded the snow into a huge ball, and created the stomach.

The next day he smoothed together all the ice he could find, and crunched it on the snow ball to make the snowman's head.

On the third day, Sam collected the branches from the highest point of his Christmas tree and squished them into the snow ball to make long, sturdy arms.

The following day Sam collected pebbles from a nearby stream, making sure they were the shiniest and most dark ones he could find. Sam then went to his grandpa's vegetable patch, and borrowed a bright orange carrot.

On the fifth day, Sam collected his things and set out to his snowman. He stuck on the pebbles for a mouth and eyes, and then stuck on his carrot for a nose.

“Finally you are finished!” Sam said

And so every day after Christmas Sam would visit his snowman. He would talk to it, and even feed it snowballs.

But one day, Sam realized that it was a warm day. "Mum, It's so hot!"

"Yes" his mother replied "all the snow is melting"

Sam remembered that his snowman was made of snow, "he could be melting!" he thought.

And so, Sam ran to his front lawn where tubby was kept, and there before him was a much smaller version of tubby in a pool of water.

Sam was sad, soon his tubby would be no more. But in that moment, Sam saw something that looked like a flying horse land behind him.

"Who are you?" Sam nervously asked.

"I am Rudolph the reindeer!" Rudolph said "and I have watched you care for your snowman ever since you first made him, and I have a plan to keep him from melting!"

Sam's eyes widened "What is it?"

"I live in the north pole, where it is always cold. I could take tubby back with me to keep him cold, and then next Christmas bring him back!"

Sam was ecstatic "Yes that is a wonderful plan!"

And so Sam placed tubby on Rudolph's back, and watched as the reindeer flew into the distance.

"I'll see you next year tubby!" Sam said.

And so he did, every year Rudolph would bring tubby back for Christmas, and Sam would play with him every year.

The End.

[Pinoy_Boy12 32]

Santa’s Red Coat

The clock struck noon and little Timmy woke up.

He ran to his parents, then fell into shock.

He screamed at the sight of a knife in his mom.

So he ran down the stairs, losing all of his calm.

It was then when he found a large fella’ covered in red.

He said “Ho Ho Ho Timmy, your mother is dead.”

Timmy looked sad and then said this:

“I hate you Santa, I hope you trip then fall into a deep abyss.”

It was then when the world seemed to turn upside down.

When Timmy’s eyes turned black and there was no longer a frown.

Timmy went upstairs and grabbed the knife.

He then jumped back down, screaming “Slice! Slice! Slice!”

Santa had a sort of worried look on his face.

And quickly it became a very intense chase.

They both kept running, Timmy going for Clause.

And then...

“BAM” and Santa dropped to his knees.

And immediately after, you could feel a very slight breeze.

Santa felt a bullet, go through his back.

Then Timmy dropped his gun, walked up and screamed “Payback!”

A stab in Santa’s chest, and then in his throat.

And all that was left, was Santa’s Fluffy Red Coat.

“AT LEAST IT WASN’T YOU RUDOLPH. AT LEAST IT WASN’T YOU!”

[[ has had this sitting around for nothing so decided to post it :P ]]

[Eleatic 1033]

Merry Skipmas!:

On a cold, dank winters day. Where the sun had naught rule to shine, a small stout dwarf appeared out of a small burrow, no.. A mine. A large beard, and a stout chest. He looked as though some sort've animal, he had a beard. White as saint nick's, and he looked just as jolly. . Although a dab more greedy. He looked about, calling for his reindeer, a stout thing; Just as he was. He hoped atop it, skippy having a sackful of Jewls in his hand, he jamp atop it. Roaming into the sky with his gold nosed [actual gold] reindeer. Going high into the sky, going towards the streets of Oren, and throwing down sharp jewl's, screams of "OWWWW". Could still be heard from the sky, he chuckled... before realising all of his diamonds and gems were falling out've his bag,

He shreiked, jumping off the flying reindeer, landing square in the middle of a rather large pond. Beffudeled, he rushes to the lost diamonds, grabbing them, greedily putting them into his pockets.. "My preciouses.." he says without warning, holding his jewl's, and a gold ring in his hand. "My.. Preciouseses..."

And that kids, is where Golum comes from.

MERRY SKIPMAS!

[Danny 2232]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.