Little Ann was so excited for Christmas. Ah, the days of youth. So carefree, naive and innocent. Santa was the bringer of good things. But he was also kinda scary too. Unfortunately in this pic he looks completely miserable. And little Ann....well, little Ann could care less, even if she did just confide her heart's desire to the Grinch in sheep's clothing (er, I mean Santa).So the first story I ever wrote was about Christmas (even though I have no recollection of writing it; I was only six or seven). My mom saved it. But I guess every writer has to start somewhere, right? If you listen closely, you may catch the southern accent.
The Christmas Night
One night the elves wit out side
to look at the Christmas Tree.
Thay dreckerraydad et with bolls
and cande ckayns. And Roodoff
the elves danst with joy thin.
They paited the tree wite.
Thin Santu sed, "It is time for bed."
The elves wit to bed. In the morning,
the elves wock up. Thin they wit into
the living room! And the two elves koot
into the living room and in the living room
ther wus toys!
- by Ann (1985)
Don't ask about "koot." No idea. It's a mystery relegated to my "Questions for the Afterlife" list. I've placed "Please explain 'koot'" directly under "Did Leia ever use the Force to fix her hair?"
4 comments:
Haha! Funny stuff Ann.
Dreckerraydad
I love it. And I can hear your accent coming through! :-)
I love it, too! When I was in college my grandmother gave me a thank you note I had written her when I was about 5. It looks like it says "Thank you for the clupiny box." :)
I'm catching up on my blog reading, so while you posted this a while ago I wanted to weigh in.
Fact: You were the cutest little kid ever.
Fact: Santa = Creepy
Fact: Hooked on Phonics is not and effective teaching tool in the Southern part of the United States.
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