Christmas Special 2019

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Christmas Special December

21, 2019

A special su pplement b y the Park Ra pids Enterp rise

Every year, entrants in the Park Rapids Enterprise’s annual Christmas Story Contest share their gift of writing. Some inspire, others make us laugh or wipe away a tear. Grab a cup of cocoa, find a comfortable chair and enjoy this mix of creative fiction, personal essay, poem and memoir. Thank you to all of our contributors!

Act of God By Jill Johnson Park Rapids Christmas vacation is over. My college-bound son and I burn rubber to catch the 9:15 flight out of Bemidji, only to find all morning flights are cancelled. Mechanical difficulties and icing problems in International Falls have immobilized our plane until the temperature rises, no small feat in the “ice box of the nation.” However, the stoic ticket agent reassures us that if we hurry to Grand Rapids, 90 minutes away, Dan could make the early afternoon flight to Minneapolis and then on to Denver. And Dan could fly first class. My son’s face lit up, and for a moment, he is 6 years old again. “Please Mom, I’ll owe you one.” Two hours later, the ticket agent in Grand Rapids, who doubles as the baggage loader, looks at us grim-

ly, “Didn’t those people in Bemidji tell you there’s a storm in Minneapolis and all the planes are grounded?” Equally grim, I insist that the airlines reimburse me for this inconvenience, only to be reminded that weather is “an act of God,” and they are not responsible. Luckily, the good people in Hibbing hadn’t heard the weather report or else ignored it and send their puddle jumper to carry Dan and a few other hardy souls to Minneapolis. Minus my son, his hockey bag, his luggage and a piece of my heart, I head to Laporte for a home visit, now an hour later than scheduled. I’m lonesome for my youngest child, disgusted with the airline and ready to head for the comfort of home. Wearily, I travel up the long country driveway, haul

When our children were small, we started the tradition of cutting down the Christmas tree together. We were living near Rochester, Minn. and decided to visit a tree farm just outside the city. It had snowed quite heavily during the week, so we trudged up and down the rows through eight inches of snow until we found the “perfect” tree. Chopping it down was the easy part. Getting it hoisted onto the roof of our van was not a big deal either, but when it came time to tie it down, we questioned the strength of the rope that the tree farm employee was using. He assured us it would suffice for the drive home. We left the tree farm just as it began to snow – again. The roads were getting slippery, and as we headed down the highway, our concerns

By Jayne Wallace Laporte The tired, young man gave a small sigh as his hammer struck the final blow on the shiny piece of metal. The star tree topper was complete. Working on a frivolous gift like this was something he shouldn’t be doing when there was so much more that needed to be done. But this would be the only gift he would be able to give his new bride this Christmas, and he wanted to make it special. So, the young man was smiling when he entered their warm, little home and placed the shiny star in her dainty hands. She quickly put the star on the small tree and exclaimed, “A bright star for a bright future!” The young couple was blessed with several children. Frequently, these loving parents struggled

to provide for their large family, but each year there was a Christmas tree in the small home that the children decorated with their own homemade ornaments and then placed the shiny star on top. This became a family tradition. So, when the time came for the last child to marry, the older couple decided to give the tree topper as a gift to the new young couple for their own Christmas tree. A bright star for a bright future. Tradition continued and each year the children would happily hang their ornaments on the Christmas tree and place the shiny star on top. Until one day when the last child was ready to marry, and the star was passed on again. However, this time things were different. The newly married couple didn’t want

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Oh, Christmas trees! By Cindy Martens Menahga

A bright star

were focused on the tree we were carrying rather than the conditions of the road. Just as we reached 55 mph, we heard a “snap” then a long scraaatch. As we looked out the rearview mirrors, we saw our tree fly off into the air and land right smack-dab in the center of the highway. The first two cars behind us were able to dodge the tree, but the third car plowed right into it! The damaged tree and tiny Toyota both ended up in the ditch. Luckily, no one was hurt. After an assist from a tow truck and a visit with a highway patrolman, we went back to the tree farm. They gave us another tree and a heartfelt apology. This time we assisted with the tiedown. We decided to drive the back roads home and kept our speed at 45 mph. This time, we and the tree

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Christmas angel By Vanessa Bales Park Rapids The year was 1967. I lived in the Ozarks of Missouri, living with my brothers and my older sister. I was 7 years old and so excited about Christmas being less than a week away. Our family lived in a simple house off a dirt road, and our closest neighbor was over five miles away. We were a large family of six kids and far from rich. We often ate what my older brothers could catch or shoot, but we never went hungry. We did not have a lot, but we had enough. The winter of 1967 was terribly difficult, and five days before Christmas we had a record blizzard with three feet of snow, which covered the road. Snow blocked off all the doors and windows to our house. We had no choice, but to wait in the confines of

our home. Day by day, time passed until we realized that we would not be leaving our home before Christmas. My younger brother and I became quite concerned about how Santa would ever be able to find us buried in the snow before the big day. To keep busy, I began looking about the house to find treasures that I could wrap and give to my siblings. There was no chance for us to go out to go shopping. For one of my older brothers, I located a wooden ruler which looked new and I was sure that it would be something that he could really use. I lovingly wrapped it in newspaper and tied a yarn ribbon around it and placed it under our fake tree. For my older sister, I pulled out my most cherished Christmas decoration. It was a small Christmas

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