My week has been eventful, so I'm trying to squeeze in my entry among life's craziness. This is for Susanna's fun contest which I don't have time to elaborate on, but I do hope you'll look at the rules so you can appreciate the theme of the entries.
The Mixed-Up Christmas @ 297 Words
Santa always checks his list twice ever since the mix-up with Mikey Jones in '32.
All Mikey wanted was a bike. All Mikey got was the 12 Days of Christmas. By the 7th day, Mikey's house was full of birds. He had...
Seven Swans a-swimming in the bathtub
Six Geese a-laying in the laundry
Five Golden Rings (that wasn't so bad, except they were just the kind you put napkins in!)
Four Calling Birds in his bedroom keeping him awake all night
Three French Hens in the kitchen that pecked Mikey's toes
Two Pigeons Pooping all over the front room (The tag said they were turtle doves, but those were nothing like turtles according to Mikey.)
"And that partridge on the porch can't be for me."
When eight gallons of milk were delivered by Maids a-Milking Inc., Mikey's mom told him to put on his shoes. "We're going to have company tomorrow and we'd better make something to feed them all."
Mikey put on his shoes like his mom said, because he was a good boy and didn't deserve this awful mix-up. The two spent the Eighth Day of Christmas making custard and pies from the goose eggs and milk, while dodging the three pecking French hens.
Sure enough, the next day Nine Ladies danced into Mikey's house.
Then the day after that, their partners leapt in, plus a Leaping Lord partner for Mikey's Mom. Ten in all!
On the Eleventh Day, when Mikey went to join the Pipers Piping, he discovered what happened. There among the Christmas Carols was Mikey letter to Santa. Why hadn't Santa realized there was a mix-up?
On the Twelfth Day, Mikey started a new letter to the sound of Drummers Drumming:
"Dear Santa, I have a bone to pick with you."
I write about, with, for, and around kids all day. (Well, maybe I do the dishes too. Sometimes.)