Oh The Excitement! – Thanksgiving Contest!

Hurray, hurray!  Today’s the day!

The Thanksgiving Contest is officially open!  Post your 250 (or fewer) word kids’ Thanksgiving story, beginning with “They were supposed to go to Grandma’s for Thanksgiving, but the blizzard came in fast…” (poetry or prose is fine, and the opening phrase counts toward the total word count) and add your link to the link list.  We’ll all have a great time visiting and reading your stories!  (Note that if you choose to write in poetry/rhyme, you have permission to tweak the opening sentence to fit your meter/rhyme scheme, or you can begin with that sentence and then continue in rhyme.  And if you’d like to participate but don’t have a blog, just copy and paste your story into the comments and make sure I have a way to contact you!)

The contest is open from now until the end of Thanksgiving Day, and this post with the link list will remain up during that time.  (You will recall that the powers that be (me) decided not to run Would You Read It this week because we will all be too busy cooking, traveling and visiting to give it the attention it deserves, so there will not be a new post on Wednesday.)  Once the link list closes, my assistant judge and I will select three finalists, who will be posted next Monday Nov. 28 for you to vote on.  The winner of the contest will receive their choice of a $15 Amazon gift card or a hardcover copy of Melissa Sweet’s new picture book, Balloons Over Broadway in time for the holidays!

Here’s my totally wacky just for fun sample (250 on the nose!) 🙂  You’ll just have to imagine the pictures… 🙂

The Bloopers Thanksgiving
They were supposed to go to Grandma’s for Thanksgiving, but the blizzard came in fast.
“Our bicycle built for five won’t make it through this snow,” said Dad.  “It’s time for Plan B.”
“Thanksgiving won’t be the same without Grandma and Grandpa,” cried Bridget, Babs, and Ben.
“Now, now,” said Mom.  “We’ll still have fun.  Go and suit up for our happy day.”
Bridget, Babs, and Ben raced off to don their favorite finery.
“Bikini, tankini, and trunks!” said Dad.  “How festive!”
“Your bunny suit looks great, too, Dad,” said Bridget, Babs, and Ben.
Bridget, Babs, and Ben put their colored eggs under the Thanksgiving Tree and hung their American flags by the coat rack with care.  They made cookies in the shape of four-leaf clovers.  They helped Mom carve a scary face into a giant rutabaga and they stuck it on top of the June Pole in their living room and danced around it to welcome spring, which was just 5 short months away.
Then, though the blizzard blustered and blew, the whole family bellied up to the barbeque pit to enjoy their feast of baked beans, beef du jour, berry juice with baby blue umbrellas, and bananas flambé.
“Children,” said Dad, “Didn’t Mom barbeque beautifully?”
“Thamsgfh Mohsdf!” said Bridget, Babs, and Ben whose mouths were brimful of barbequed banana and beans. 
At bedtime, Bridget, Babs, and Ben snuggled into their bathtub.

“Plan B was fun after all,” said Bridget, and they stayed up all night playing Battleship.

I can’t wait to read all of your stories!!!  Readers, please check the comments section below.  Some people are entering their stories there!

And don’t forget to tune in Friday for Perfect Picture Book Friday, entering it’s second week!

H A P P Y   T H A N K S G I V I N G   E V E R Y O N E!!!

56 thoughts on “Oh The Excitement! – Thanksgiving Contest!

  1. Anonymous says:

    Snowbound
    By: Donna Martin (tkd2lady@yahoo.com)

    They were supposed to go to Grandma’s for Thanksgiving but the blizzard came in fast. Snow swirled around the car and frosted up the windows.
    “How will Granny find us?” said Amy.
    “We should have been there an hour ago,” said Mom.
    “Will we freeze to death?” asked Kevin.
    Mom strained to see beyond the headlights’ glow. “Hush, I hear something.”
    The faint sound of sleigh bells grew louder as both kids rubbed gloved hands against the fogged windows to look outside.
    Kevin could barely make out something coming through the moonlit trees toward them. “I think it’s a sleigh,” he said.
    Amy’s eyes grew wide. “Is it Santa Claus?”
    “It can’t be Santa Claus! He’s still at the North Pole making toys,” argued Kevin.
    “Who could it be I wonder?” said Mom.
    The Clydesdale’s hooves crunched on the snow as the sleigh stopped beside the car. Smiling, Grandma shouted into the wind, “All aboard!”
    “But, Granny, how did you find us?” asked Amy as she snuggled under the blanket.
    “An angel told me,” replied Grandma.
    “An angel?” said Mom.
    “Yep, that angel said to go find my own little angels, and she led me here.”
    “It’s a miracle,” said Kevin.
    “A Thanksgiving miracle,” said Grandma.
    Sleigh bells faded into the night as the four travelers headed over the river to Grandma’s house.

  2. Jennifer Young says:

    Hi Susanna, thank you for the kind compliments.
    I had a lot of fun participating in this contest. Thanks for having it.

    p.s. I should have had my coffee first. It was early. I didn't see that my entry was added so I added another one. *doh* I did tried to click on my story (13) but it didn't open. 😦

  3. patientdreamer says:

    I just made it “Whew”, had major internet connection problems. Boy these entries are amazing. So many beautiful stories and poems. It will be very hard to choose.
    Happy Thanksgiving Everyone.

  4. Susanna Leonard Hill says:

    Donna – thanks so much for you story – yet another original twist 🙂

    Jennifer – don't worry – it'll all work out. I'll check the links, but at least your story is posted.

    Diane – yay! Can't wait to read your story!

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