One of my friends from the Children’s Picture Book Academy sent me a link to a blogpost from children’s book writer, Susanna Leonard Hill. It was for her 4th Annual Holiday Contest which you can see the results of here: http://susannahill.blogspot.com/2014/11/whistle-happy-tune.html%5D. The rules were to write a holiday themed story, 350 words max, where weather impacts the holiday. This is my story. I hope you like it.
By Caren Cantrell
The North Pole was hot. Already the melting ice was lapping at the Reindeer stable. Santa worried it would soon flood his workshops and ruin the toys.
Santa had sent his bravest elves and fiercest reindeer to rescue the wintery North Wind captured by Antartica but none had returned.
“I don’t know what to do,” he said to Mrs. Claus. “If we can’t get the North Wind back and stop this warming, we’re going to have to evacuate. There may not be a Christmas.”
Sisle overheard. No Christmas? That can’t happen she thought. I’ll steal Santa’s sleigh. If I fly fast I can get to the South Pole and save the North Wind before anyone knows I’m gone.
At midnight, Sisle crept into the stable, harnessed Dasher and took off. Quick as a wink, the glistening spires of Antartica’s fortress loomed.
Disguised in white she drifted past the guards into the courtyard. A twirling snowflake bumped into Sisle, catching her hood and exposing her dark hair.
A flurry of snow gave chase as Antartica shouted, “Seize her!” Sisle was quickly caught and caged in an ice block; the North Wind sitting deflated beside her.
“I’ve got to get you out of here,” Sisle said as she explained the problems at the North Pole. She kicked and clawed at the ice but it was too thick.
“Many have tried and all have failed,” he sighed. “There will be no Christmas.”
Feeling helpless, Sisle began to cry. She cried and she cried.
“Sisle, Look!” said the North Wind. “Your tears are melting the ice.”
A small hole had formed – just big enough for them to scramble through.
Quickly they hopped in the sleigh and headed for Santa with Antartica’s guards right behind. A well-placed blast of icy air rocketed the three to safety.
With the North Wind blowing as hard as he could, Dasher flew all over the melting ice. The water began to freeze, snowflakes began to fall, and Santa and the other Elves shouted and cheered. There would be a Christmas after all.