Six Sentence Stories is a weekly writers’ challenge hosted by Denise at Girlie on the Edge blog.
This week’s prompt word is: FAIR
Greetings Atomic Mates! Here’s wishing you all a very merry Christmas and a happy New Year 2022 to come! May all your dreams and wishes come true, and may creativity be at your side!
I know I already posted a 6SS, but here’s a crafty second one to add to this week’s hop. Gotta get the creations in fast as I’m working all over the Christmas and New Year! Hope you enjoy this charming little Christmas Eve tale I wrote today 😊🎅 Merry Christmas!
When Santa Came Down The Chimney…
It was Christmas Eve, and the successful London banker Edward Shillingsworth and his wife were fast asleep in bed, exhausted by their pleasant evening of wrapping gifts to put beneath the tree for their children Sarah and William to open the next morning, when the house would awaken to delighted squeals and cheers at what Santa had so generously left for Christmas.
In the next bedroom, Sarah and William could barely contain their excitement; oh, how their ears harkened to every sound from downstairs, the possibilities, the magic, that Santa – right now – could be placing their presents under the tree.
Unable to contain their curiosity any longer, the two tiptoed downstairs and into the drawing room, where the first thing they saw was that the mince pie and glass of sherry left out on the table for Santa were gone – a good sign, yippee!
However, the second thing they saw was a quick shadow scuttling across the floorboards, and they whimpered in terror at the sight of a wooden puppet fleeing towards the chimney with a sack of presents in its filthy hands, and this ugly little creature was dressed as Santa Claus and was covered in soot, and from its clacking mouth did a volley of curses issue forth followed by the hypnotic command: Go back to your beds, you little rascals, and you will remember nothing of me or this night for as long as you live!
Outside, on the Shillingsworth roof, Monsieur Magnifique hauled Petit Pierre back up the chimney, and the two made a scarper for it across the rooftops of London, the Monsieur adding to his most enormous sack the Shillingsworth fair game spoils, as they headed to the next row of chimneys belonging to wealthy insurance brokers and members of Parliament.
The next morning when Mr Shillingsworth came down to the drawing room, he was horrified to see that the family Christmas presents had been stolen (along with several candlesticks and the best silver), and he was forced to summon the police in his pyjamas, while it was left for Mrs Shillingsworth to comfort her sobbing children and explain that Santa must have been too busy this year to leave them any presents, and that she would make it up to them by taking them to the ice fair later that day and treating them to anything they wished for.
When Santa Came Down The Chimney… micro-story by Ford 24 December 2021
When Santa Came Down The Chimney… artwork by RuDALL-E and the Atomic Mage.