Christmas

The Red Car
By Lexus Forkas
“What do you think Santa is gunna bring you this Christmas, Johnny?” 6-year-old Sam asked, waiting keenly for Johnny’s answer.
“I think he’s gunna give me that shinny red car I’ve always wanted. My momma said she would try to give it to me for Christmas, before she went away. And I have been saving up for it since I was 5 ½.” When Johnny was almost done his sentence, he started to cry.
“It’s ok Johnny, we all miss our mommy’s and daddy’s.” Sam replied while patting Johnny softly on his back. “But we all know that Santa will give us a nice home, with new mommies and daddies.”

snow, twirling down, through the air, wind blowing it in your face, draging your beautiful christmas tree through the sparkeling snow piled up to make a cold blanket laying on the frozen ground, making traks. finally getting to the big warm house waiting for you, lit up with white lights for the holiday. you get inside going through the harsh cold winter into the warm gentle feeling of home.family members soround you.th yelling and exitement of children running toward you at full speed to help put up the christmas tree. after the christmas tree is put up and the presents are under it, it's time for dinner. everyone sits down to have the wounderful feast that was prepared, ham, mashed potatoes, salad, pie, everything! we all hold hands close our eyes, and think about the people who couldn't be there.

I examine my camera
I've only had it
For half a year

Kodak EasyShare M853

"8.2 mega pixels"
Proudly gleams
In the lower
Left-hand corner

There's nothing too special
About the camera itself
It's what it's been used for
That captivates me

I've shot pictures of:

A snow fall
That will never fall
Exactly the same
Ever again

My cousin's
Second birthday
Where he sang himself
Happy Birthday
Before snorting out
The candles

Christmas with
My best friend
With my mom and dad
The first Christmas dinner
I cooked myself

Random adventures
With unmistakenly_alive12
My best friend
Where we stay up late
Worrying about sounds
In her house
Writing poetry
Gaffawing about idiots
Contemplating the meaning of life

Normal stuff

I've shot pictures of:

It’s Poodie, the Christmas elf,
As bright as one can be!
It’s Poodie, the Christmas elf,
Gather around and see!

She wears her lights all around
To bring cheer to children,
But beware and don’t get close,
She’s the meanest elf that’s ever been….

Ohhhhh…..

It’s Poodie, the Christmas elf,
As bright as one can be!
It’s Poodie, the Christmas elf,

The Tales of Winter

Winter comes once a year. It comes with love, presents, family gatherings and parties. Well, Christmas does any way. Winter brings joy, happiness, and always comes with a white snow.

I woke up this morning thinking, “Yes, it’s Christmas!” I looked out my window and everything was covered in white fluffy snow. I looked at my closet door. It was brown with white trim and a gold door knob. My closet door looked so peaceful in the light. I look at my clock, only eight; my parents wouldn’t even be up this early. I silently got out of bed and opened my door.

By Meghan Dempsey
Rice Memorial High School, Grade 9

She walks along the darkened path,
Shiv’ring through thin fibers.
Her breathing hastens to heavy gasps
That show the foggy warmth
Evaporating between each breath.

She reaches for the swelling midriff,
And looks up at the man before her,
Desperation and need pleading in dark eyes.