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Stories Of Christmas On the following pages, you’ll find the winners of the
On the following pages, you’ll find the winners of the Brainerd Dispatch’s annual Stories of Christmas contest. Brainerd Dispatch’s Stories Christmas contest. There were threeannual categories: Kids,of Teens and Adults. There were three categories: Kids, Teens andare Adults. Weather drawings submitted by local elementary school children being used as accents to go along with winning stories. school children Weather drawings submitted bythe local elementary
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Thanks to all who took the time to submit their stories! Keep writing! Thanks toEnjoy all who took the to submit their stories. reading andtime Merry Christmas!
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Joseph Coalwell, Brainerd Edith Arnold for free. After the movie, Brainerd my two brothers and I each received a sack with The night was still as he gazed out across the a big red apple, handful As my mind wandered landscape. A light fog hung in the air with each of Christmas candy plus off to providing another summer breath, the only company he hoped for this a scoop of peanuts in passed by and quieter, Christmas Eve. Like a family member being received the shell. What a treat! easier days upon me, I for the party, each listless breath slowly dispersed Suddenly out of nowhere reminisced about my 55th into the night as another arrived in its place. Santa appeared on the class reunion as the holThe young soldier’s eyes traversed slowly as he caboose of the train. I was idays eagerly approached surveyed the bleak terrain. In the distance he spotted so glad to have our mothand the newspaper deada small child taking refuge under a tree, playing er find us three kids in line for Christmas stories peacefully with a doll. A peculiar sight in the eyes that sea of excited, happy was coming due. of anyone else. The blackness children. of the night began to I couldn’t wait to Remembering brought ease as blue and green lights adorning the small, yet get home to tell all about me to our humble home proud, pine illuminated the horizon. The child played in Baxter and the holidays the exciting movie, Santa alone, but was content in his solitude. orange Claus andThe check my sack were soon arriving. The glow of a small fire flickered brilliantly off of the out. business people arranged tinsel, gleefully shroudsoon of warmth it was time for alldancing the local childrenalong a Pretty that surrounded the boy. A soft breeze passed to cut our Christmas tree to see a special child’s through thethe branches the scents of in freshly down and put a pail of movie at theatre.carrying It baked ham andCome appleHome!” pie towards tower. was “Lassie sandthe to keep it fresh. Two The soldier inhaled deeply as he savored the aroma. Beyond the berm he could hear the faint ringing of bells. Gradually, the bells faded into joyful voices carrying familiar Christmas carols from afar. The chorus was pleasant, but distracting. This was his watch and his focus was on the boy. Would he be all right? The young soldier squinted intensely, trying to bring his vision into sharper focus. He watched as the child moved the small soldiers limbs around, testing the agility of his new gift. He could see that the child loved the soldier and beamed when he hugged it tightly. And as quickly Molly Wells as his breath time ofdispersed, the year. the night was still once more. Baxter, age 16 But why Dec. 25? The day was not only chosen many, many December 25. Here come years ago as the birthday the cookies. The stockings of Jesus, but also chostuffed with treasures. sen to coincide with the Presents shiny with wrapwinter solstice. Winter, ping payer spill from the with its cherished holibottom boughs of the days and blistering cold, evergreen, twinkling tree. means short days and The potpourri scent diflong nights. The roles are fuses through your house, reversed as the winter warming your soul. The solstice arrives, bringing snow sways down from longer days and shorter the frigid sky to the hard, nights. With the winter frozen ground and dusts solstice comes sun. With the streets like powdered sun comes light. If the sugar on fresh doughnuts. 25th of December was Christmas truly is the best appointed as the birthday
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days later the tree was ready to decorate. Mother put the lights on. Now us kids could decorate. Finally the angel sat on top of the tree. Oh! How pretty she glowed with light behind her. The tree with lights plugged in appeared magical. Us kids argued to who was the best behaved and was sure Santa could see us. Pretty soon the day of waiting for Santa and being good were over. Before we knew it, Santa had arrived. And still today, the dolls sits next to my bed. She’s as real as the memories that are in my heart and
Sun Son of Jesus, it can only mean one thing. Jesus is light. May your soul shine bright with the light of Jesus this Christmas. This light brings hope. Peace. Joy. Go ahead and absorb the sweet cookie scent as it wafts around your home. Smile at the bountiful stockings and glistening gifts. Take in the icy snow and frosty cold. Always remember, though, what lies at the heart of it all. Always remember what makes Dec. 25 shine bright.
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Dec. 25th is a date that comes every year and each year we follow the Christmastime rituals: decorate the tree, hang up the stockings, play in Weather drawing by Amber Fleischhacker of Mrs. the snow, bake cookies Meyer’s third-grade class at Harrison Elementary School. and watch jolly movies. These bring all of us that prayed the rosary every years. This year, I was feeling of merriment day during World War II. excited for Jesus to come. that only the holidays He then challenged us I can now look back can bring, but sometimes to pray the rosary every on that Christmas and we forget about the day during that Advent know that it was by true meaning of the to prepare for Christmas. far the most wonderful Christmas season: Jesus. My first thought was Christmas I’ve ever had. This wonderful holiday that I didn’t have enough By praying and preparing only occurs because he time to pray the entire your heart for the coming was born in a manger, rosary, every day. But of Jesus Christ, you will brought into the world by as the days went on and take on a whole new his mother, who was the my family and I gathered outlook of Christmas. As first tabernacle of Jesus in the living room each you gaze upon the tree, Christ. This is where my night, taking only 10 or or catch snowflakes on story begins … 15 minutes to pray, a your tongue, remember drawing by Jonas Klicker of Meyer’s classbegan at Harrison MyWeather family and I were waterfall ofMrs. peace slowlythird-grade the reason when Elementary School. sitting at mass last year, washed over me. I was the mother of Jesus around the beginning of excited for Christmas, brought him into the Advent. The priest told but not for the material world. Her name was us a story of a man who reasons I had been other Mary.
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Edith Arnold (right) is pictured with her two brothers, Arthur and Steve, at Christmas time. Edith still has the doll she is holding in the picture. Submitted. mind. I thank you, Mother and Daddy, for making those memories come true.
Whether you have an old-fashioned or a new jingle bells Christmas, I hope your memories are
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Bridget Wells, age 10 Baxter It was 10:37 on Christmas Eve. Lucy was lying in her bed waiting, listening, scheming. Click! She heard her dad shut off the lamp. All was silent. “Alright,” she whispered to herself. “This is the year, the year that I make everyone believe.” She slithered out of her covers and tiptoed down the stairs, looking to see if anyone was watching her. As she reached the end of the stairs she glanced out the window at all the Christmas lights. But, Natalie Smith, Baxter she noticed something odd. Way up above all the “Achoo!” other houses she spotted dear, lookHow a“Santa, blinking redyou light. like you’reshe sick,” said Then peculiar thought. Mrs. Claus. on her. it dawned “Ho, ho, ho! Could you
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as happy as mine. Merry Christmas to all and may we celebrate the reason for the season.
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Weather drawing by Kiera Warta of like Mrs.she Narlock's Lucy felt was going “It must be Rudolph!” she whispered class excitedly. cry. “Without believers second-grade at LowelltoElementary School.
She waited, listened and schemed. “How should I ask him?” she thought worriedly. “What if he doesn’t want to help?” Before she could think another thought she heard THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! get hot cocoa on me the some roof. Then suddenand shortbread cookies?” ly there he was. The real “Yes, deal! Hedear.” had just slid down Mrs. Claus walked her chimney. It wasinto Santa the kitchen. Claus! She couldn’t con“Ohher my!” she tain excitement! exclaimed. “Santa!”“Look she atshouted the time. It’s nearly 10 happily. “You’re real!” o’clock!” “Well of course I’m Santahe had overheard. real,” laughed. He“But, started worrying. how?” Lucy “Sweetie, could you said confused. “Nobody saddle upinthe reindeer?” believes you!” he “You said politely. still believe in me,” Mrs. replied Claus felt bad for Santa reassuringly. Santa. “That’s not enough,” “Nicholas, I’m so sorry,
there’s no Santa.” “And without Santa there’s no Christmas!” Santa was shocked. “We need to do something.” “We need to get to the TV studio. Fast!” They rushed to Santa’s sleigh and hopped in! The but I don’t think that reindeer knew were Christmas canthey go on thisin a hurry and shot into theI year! Achoo! Oh no! Now sky. landed front have They the flu!” Mrs.inClaus of thefeeling TV studio said, sick.and Lucy rushed The news“And inside. I don’t!” Santa caster was surprised. said happily. “I’ll make “I some need you to broadcast you coffee and pancake.” the news on every TV in That night, Santa made the world!” it Right to all the as children’s the cameras houses and you might be were rolling Santa hurried oneItofdidn’t them! take long for in. One yearworld later…to realize the whole “Achoo!” they were wrong. Santa is Here we go again! real.
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Weather drawing by Mia Ranweiler of Mrs. Smith’s first-grade class at St. Francis School.
Ho Ho Ho Weather drawing by Nevaeh Lindquist Cagle of Mrs. Narlock's second-grade class at Lowell Elementary School.