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When does the lesson have to change? When it snows in Cave Creek! The Snow Some people may ask, ¨What is so exciting?¨ but for us Arizona kids, snow is a miracle. Today at school it snowed for … Continue reading
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Although the year has been different, some things joyfully, remain constant. Writing holiday stories is a tradition in my classroom and some students this year are embracing the opportunity with creativity and enthusiasm. Take a moment to enjoy some holiday … Continue reading
Our Spanish Immersion students have completed another edition of La Oficina. Take a peek and marvel at the language skills of our 6th graders.
Long ago there was a Winter Wonderland with a lot of snow. Nobody has been there in a long time. I just heard that somebody went there last week. The person who went there last week said that there was a lot of snow. The person who went there today said that there was a blizzard and their friends had a snowball fight! Then, the next day there was no snow….. It was very quiet….. Then….. All of a sudden there was a…a…a SNOWSTORM!!! The person who is there, and their friends played and had the biggest snowball fight ever!!!
It was the 23rd of Christmas and I was rushing past stores looking for the perfect gift. The sky was turning into shades of gray but I still had one more gift to get. It was briskly becoming colder and I felt raindrops. Sounds grew louder as the rain pelted down and people rushed to their cars. But I couldn’t leave, I still had one more gift to get. The rain became icy and all became louder. I saw a snowflake fall and all was silent. It hadn’t snowed for as long as I could remember. What would happen now?
It’s a Christmas mystery! How will we find the presents? I put my detective coat on and search every inch of the house. No presents under the tree, not in my room, not on the stairs, they’re nowhere! While I was searching a thought popped in my head, Did Santa even come? As I come into the kitchen out of the corner of my eye something large and green with a box in its hand. Who could that be?
Hi my name is Cinnamon and I live in Gingerbread City. It is a very jolly, happy place but we have one enemy Santa Claus. I know everyone loves Santa but on Christmas Gingerbread City gets attacked by Santa! The last time Gingerbread City got attacked was in 1945. For the past 72 years we have had really good traps to keep Santa away. We have electric licorice fence and giant holes of Nesquik quick sand that leads to hot cola hot spring that is boiling hot.
But the Christmas of 2018 we got attacked by Santa. He leaped over the Nesquik and cut the electric licorice fence. But we were prepared. We replaced ourselves with chocolate chip cookies and we moved to a country named Ginger. We found all of our old friends there from the last attack. We never got attacked again.
The elves were hard at work making various toys for the children of the world when a man walked in the door. No one recognized the man.
¨ I need help,¨ said the man. He was an explorer and got lost during the night. The elves offered the man hot chocolate.
¨ Do you want to stay for the night?¨ said the elves.
¨That would be nice.¨
The elves gave him food and hot chocolate. The explorer left in the morning and will never forget the kindness of the elves.
I woke up ready to go to school. I looked outside and noticed there was snow. I live in Arizona. I walked outside and looked up. There was no sun. The sky was covered in a blanket of clouds. I looked at my phone. It was December 25. I went to my mom and asked her how long I‘ve been asleep.
“Two months.” She said.
I looked at her blankly. “Why didn’t you wake me up?!” I exclaimed.
She smiled and that’s when I fell asleep again. Was this reincarnation?
Cold wind. Freezing at that. I saw Santa, I think. “Hello!” I cry. This train must be where the elves make their crafts, it’s a speedy one. A Light? “Hello!” I cry again. The light climbing down, into the train. Too…ccccold. I crawl and struggle but keep going. I stand, slip and almost fall down. Chuga chuga choooo choo. Almost there. I need to give my letter to them, I’m late. Ding! I fell on the platform. Doors locked. Dang! Got to use my case I got for the letter. Hope the letter doesn’t fly away. Crack! “There!” I say a little too loud. The elves see me and say something in elvish and hide. I state that it’s fine and I needed to get my letter because I couldn’t get it to the North Pole on time. They came out but they took my letter, nodded, and threw me off the train aiming for a soft snow pile….
‘Twas the night before Christmas and Liam had some thoughts about the so called Christmas, “Is Santa Claus real” he thought to himself late into the night, little did Liam know that later that night the answer would be revealed. It all started when Liam was a little kid, he was curious if any of it was real, Santa, the Elves, the Reindeers, and the Sleigh, “ Is it real” he thought to himself a late Christmas night. It was at that moment that he decided to stay up late into the night to really see. At nearly 1:00 A.M in the morning he heard noises in in the living ro0m, he walked down the stairs, into the living room, and what he saw he almost couldn’t comprehend.
I watched as the snow blanketed the ground, comforting it with a white layer. I dreamed of riding my sleigh down rolling hills of snow, smiling as the sunlight warmed my cold face, but for me this will never be reality. I have a rare skin disease that forbids me to spend time in sunlight. Today was Christmas Eve and all I had asked for was the ability to go outside in the day-time. I had doubts, but as I walked into my living room I saw the gift I had always asked for.
I glanced at the present, surprised and teary eyed wondering if this would work or if I was dreaming. I blinked a few times my eyelashes fluttering, now I knew I wasn’t dreaming. I walked outside for the first time with my new gift holding a sleigh. This really was a Christmas Miracle.
Crash! Thump! Santa was rolling down the chimney at full speed. There was no turning back now. Beneath him was a blazing fire. Santa knew he had to do something fast. But he was too late. He fell straight into the fire. There was stunned silence. Santa sat in the fire without feeling anything. No burn. Nothing. He quickly sat up realizing it was night time. Santa yanked his huge sack of toys from the fire and magically wrapped the toys and put them under the Christmas tree. While doing that he knocked over a glass jar. The sound was so loud it woke up the whole house. Santa hid up on the top of the Christmas tree. The family awoke and came down the stairs. They looked up and saw Santa staring right at them.
When she was 4, Frankie remembered bringing home ornaments from kindergarten and hanging them on the tree. They were made out of a wooden star glued together from wooden sticks. All week she watched it hang from the tree in front of the window glistening with glitter.
As Frankie got older, she would still sit and watch the star sway on the tree. She had the finest tree she could think of and it was the same every year. The lights go first then the beads , never tinsel or plastic. The gleaming gold bell and then the glass star.
When Frankie was thirty-three her mother passed away, but she keep the tradition going and never changed the tree. She would hold her breath whenever she would go and grab the decorations out of the wardrobe. She has been living in her mom’s house until she decided it was time to move out , and she and her husband grabbed all the boxes and headed off.
Frankie set up her tree on the 4th of December and began decorating. She had to put up her wooden star. Her husband laughed at the star but then Frankie told him why it was so important and they both sat by the fire and made her mom’s famous hot cocoa. ¨Merry Christmas!¨ exclaimed Frankie to her husband.
When Jack woke up, he sprinted for the Christmas tree, excited to see what his present from Santa was. When he opened his present, he found a package of Tic Tacs. Confused, he asked his mom if she knew anyone who had gotten MINTS for Christmas. She answered no honestly, and he decided that Santa wasn’t real. Who gives kids mints for Christmas? But, he didn’t know what was inside them.
He popped one in his mouth, and went to his room to play Fortnite. But, he started to feel weird and had a hard time concentrating. He closed his eyes for a minute, and when he opened them he felt peculiar. Like he was holding the world up with his hand. Controlling it, telling it what to do.
Suddenly, the lights went out in his room, and without having to even think, he blinked and the bulbs turned back on. Jack realized he left the Tic Tacs on the counter, so he went back to get them.