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Bishop Vaughan School Newsletter December 2009
CHRISTMAS STORY
I gaze down from the sky. I’m drifting slowly, floating to the ground. I land in the snow, not making a sound. I hear the whispers of my friends. What’s that they’re talking about? A snowman. “What’s a snowman?” I enquire. “You don’t know what a snowman is?” they smirk. One of the kinder snowflakes nudges me. “That’s a snowman.” She gestures towards a big, beautiful being that is being made by a couple children. They’re laughing and playing, and hurling handfuls of us at each other. I shudder at the thought of being part of their snow fight, but the snowman looks so lovely when they dress it with a scarf and woolly hat, and fashion a face out of some stones and a carrot. “Wow!” was the only word I could think of to describe it. “I know”, the kind snowflake replied. “How can we be one?” I ask her. She couldn’t hold in her giggles then. Everyone else sniggered too. “Oh yes, of course you’ll get chosen to be part of a snowman.” One of the nastier snowflakes says, his words dripping with sarcasm. I sigh. They’re probably right, this is my first time being a snowflake, and most of the others have been one several times before. The children will probably pick someone a bit more experienced. And that’s when, with everyone laughing at me, gloved hands scoop me up off the ground. I’m smudged together with a lot more of us. I smile, delighted, because I know what’s going to happen next. The girl begins to make us into a snowman. Much later, I’m sighing contentedly, happy to be a part of a snowman. I watch in awe as the girl walks away.
It was the perfect Christmas.
By Ivy Davison 8-3