|Red Bow Bear Letter Up In Smoke (standard:other, 1101 words)|
|Author: DeniMari||Added: Dec 06 2005||Views/Reads: 1642/1010||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Short story for children about Christmas.|
Red Bow Bear was up early playing with his trucks. He loved trucks and he had so many of them. Big trucks were his favorite but his little mail delivery truck is what he was driving this morning, straight to the airport. Stacked around the living room were big pieces of cardboard that his Mom had given him to play with. He had built his airport the night before, and this cold December morning, he had big plans for it. He had tons of mail weighing down his truck and he wanted it delivered as soon as possible. His letter to Santa Claus was going in the mail today, and he wanted it to get to Santa early, maybe even the first one Santa received this year! Red Bow Bears mom called for him to come into the kitchen for waffles. His mom was so special. This morning she was baking little bear shaped cookies, with little red bows made from red candy especially for her little bear. Christmas cookies were just about the best cookies ever made. Red Bows dad was in the garage looking through boxes of decorations. They were filled with lights, ornaments and beautiful angels that came out of the garage only once a year. Tonight all of them would be carried in to the house and set down next to their fireplace. Red Bow finished his breakfast, and went outside with his dog Lickers into the first really cold morning of the year. Red Bow shivered in his red slippers as Lickers ran around chasing a squirrel. Once back inside the house Lickers went off to the corner near the oven and Red Bow went to put his toys away. Upstairs he went to get dressed, and chose his favorite Red pants, green checked sweater and bright red socks. His next order of business was to call his best friend, Silly Milly Nilly. They were talking about their plans for the day. Silly Milly was going shopping with her mom for their new Christmas outfits. Red Bow thought this was funny. Why did they need new clothes for Christmas? He never shopped for any. She told him it was part of the tradition her family followed every year. Red Bow told her about his wish list for this years gifts, and that his letter to Santa was ready to be mailed. They hung up promising to see each other later in the day for milk and cookies. Red Bow went downstairs and could tell by the look on his parents faces that something was terribly wrong. His mom looked sad, and his dad looked worried. “What's wrong”, said Red Bow. Well, it seems when his dad was coming in from the garage with the stacked ornament boxes, a big gust of wind followed him. The cold air came rushing into the kitchen sending Red Bows letter to Santa, straight into the open oven. His mother had just opened it, to remove cookie tray. The wind picked his letter up off the table and sent it flying right into the oven. There was his letter to Santa, on top of the stove, black and dusty from the oven. “Red Bow”, “We're so sorry about your letter”, “We know how important it was to you, and we didn't mean for this to happen”. Red Bow looked around the kitchen, with all of the warmth and love it held and spoke back to them. “It's ok, really, he said”. I have an extra copy upstairs. Red Bow Bear always wrote three letters to Santa. One to keep by his bed to read until Christmas, and another to put under the tree on Christmas eve, so Santa couldn't forget anything. The third one went straight to the North Pole. His mom and dad had been so worried about ruining his letter that they forgot he always had more! Red Bow started laughing, thinking about what had happened to his letter. His parents started laughing too. It was funny. Red Bows heart felt warm, just in that moment he felt like a very secure little bear. Click here to read the rest of this story (45 more lines)
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