Christmas In Reverse
Prompt: Write a story in reverse chronological order
Prompt by: Roberta Sant'Anna (@roberta_sant_anna) | Unsplash Photo Community
By midnight they could barely keep their eyes open. Their heads barely hit the pillow before the snoring started..
“They took that well,” John stated as he put on his pajamas.
“I thought they would never go to bed,” said Elysse. “It used to be that Christmas day tired them out. They are going to be cranky when we wake them up at 6:30.”
Elysse and John sat and watched the news at eleven. They kept hoping their teenage twins would crawl off to their rooms. Normally the kids would be tired but unfortunately Christmas day just seemed to invigorate them.
The usual commentary during Christmas Board games slowly gave way to an evening of creating the absolutely worst puns ever.
“I never get tired of this tradition,” Jane allowed.
“It’s as if you store them up all year,” replied her father Phil.
“I think she does,” chimed in John. “From time to time I hear her through the walls trying out some new ones.”
“Are you holding a glass against the wall?” smirked Jane.
“Well dear, that was the best Christmas meal ever.”
“Dad, you say that every year!”
“Dinner is served.”
The mid afternoon Christmas slump couldn’t come soon enough as everyone was assigned a corner to read their new Christmas books.
“It’s earlier than I expected,” said an exhausted Phil.
“Mom, we have finished opening the presents. Can we dip into the Christmas candy now?”
As the twins rounded the corner Elysse could see a momentary disappointment in the twins eyes before they looked at each other and covered it up.
“Thank you for the sun hats and books,” they said in unison as they put their gift on their heads.
“I suppose you are wondering why there are so few presents under the tree.”
They looked at each other.
“Now that you asked,” said Jane
“This is it?” replied John.
“We are going on a trip to Disney tomorrow!”
“You know the rules about Christmas morning,” said Elysse as her twins came down the stairs.
“Mom!” said Jane as she wiped sleep from her eyes. “Can’t we just look at the presents?”
“Why do you make us suffer?” said an overly dramatic John.
“Traditions are traditions,” Elysse replied as she put some Christmas morning saver on their places at the table. “Let’s eat.”
Elysse turned and looked at her husband. “Should we wake them up?”
Phil looked at the clock. “9 am is kinda late for them. Remember the year they were up at 4:30? We barely got to bed before they were through the door.”
By Candlelight
A Hundred Word Story
Prompt by: Along the Hudson: O Christmas Tree
Prompt: Write about a Christmas tree. 100 words
Photo by: Elena Shirnina (@evshirnina) | Unsplash Photo Community
Candice had decided to go all organic this year. The tree was in a pot so it could continue growing until spring when it would be planted outside. She decorated it with candles and other decorations that were all home made, much like her ancestors had done. She had spent days developing all of her ideas and stood proudly in front of the tree on Christmas Eve.
“That looks wonderful honey,” replied her amazed husband. “Your efforts are truly something to behold! ” he said as he sniffed. “What’s that smell?”
Tears started as Jim rushed to find the fire extinguisher.
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