Marcy´s Special Day
Marilyn June Janson, M.S., Ed. First North American Rights
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“Marcy’s Special Day”
A Children’s Fiction Manuscript
As Marcy Sims walked to school with her dad, she felt sad. She looked at all of the Christmas trees on the lawns in front of the houses. The trees were decorated with red, green, and blue lights. Some had silver tinsel, sparkly ornaments, and candy canes hanging from the tree branches.
To Marcy it seemed that everybody’s family but hers celebrated Christmas.
"Dad, why can't we have a Christmas tree?” Marcy asked.
"Our family doesn't celebrate Christmas,” Dad said.
"What do we celebrate? My friend Suzie celebrates Chanukah instead of Christmas. She gets fun presents too.”
We don't celebrate Chanukah either," Dad said.
"Why not?" Marcy felt like she was cheated out of getting a new doll, books, and games like her friends did on Christmas Day and Chanukah.
"Our family doesn't celebrate religious holidays. But we celebrate your birthday.”
Marcy liked getting presents on her birthday. She also enjoyed the chocolate fudge birthday cake her dad baked. She felt happy that her family celebrated birthdays.
"I still don't understand why we can't have a Christmas tree and pretty lights. I want Santa Claus to come to our house, climb down our chimney and leave presents."
"Our family has other traditions. We celebrate Halloween and Thanksgiving.”
Last year Marcy wore a Minnie Mouse costume that her mom had sewed. Then she went to a Halloween party at school. Marcy liked the smell of cinnamon and pumpkin wafting through their house when her mother baked the special cookies. At the school party, Marcy dunked for apples and ate her mom’s pumpkin cookies.
She also liked the changes in the seasons. In the fall, the maple leaves turned red, yellow, and orange. Carved pumpkins lighted with candles decorated her home. The weather was cooler and Marcy wore a jacket.
For Thanksgiving Marcy and her family went to her grandmother’s house. She liked to eat roast turkey, stuffing, and her grandmother's homemade pumpkin pie. The house was filled with the sweet smell of brown sugar and roasting turkey. She felt safe and warm eating dinner with her family.
Marcy and her father finally reached the school.
"Dad, on Christmas Day can we do something fun? I don't want to think about all the fun my friends are having when opening up their presents."
Dad said, "Would you like to go ice skating?"
Marcy grinned. For her last birthday she got a brand new pair of skates. She also got figure skating lessons and loved to practice. Many times she skated alone, making endless circles on one skate. She was learning to glide on one foot. Sometimes she lost her balance and went boom and fell, but giggled when she did. But this time her daddy will be skating with her!
On Christmas Day Marcy got up early and looked outside her bedroom window. There was so much snow that she could hardly see the trees and cars. She was afraid that there was too much snow and that the ice-skating rink would be closed. Sometimes there was so much snow that her school was closed.
Marcy felt sad again.
Then her dad came into her room. “Ready to go skating?”
“Look outside. I think that the skating rink will be closed,” Marcy said.
“If the temperature is below freezing, we can skate on the pond inside the park near your school. We’ll call the City Park Department and the message on their answering machine will tell us if it’s safe to skate on the pond.”
“Daddy, you’re so cool.”
Marcy’s dad called the City Park Department and they said the pond was cold enough to skate on.
Daddy put on his boots and tucked in his pants. He wore a heavy coat over a woolen sweater, a hat, and extra warm gloves. Then he went outside to shovel snow from the sidewalk and in front of the garage.
Marcy was planning a surprise for her dad after he worked so hard outside. She knew that he would be cold and tired.
She brushed her teeth and washed her face before dressing in leg warmers, tights, and her skating skirt. Then she put on a bulky sweater.
Marcy went across the hall to her parents’ bedroom. Her mom was dressed and heading toward the kitchen. “Mom, I want to surprise Dad when he comes back inside from shoveling the snow. We’re going ice skating.”
In the kitchen, Marcy listened to the scraping noises her dad was making with his shovel. She and her mother made oatmeal with raisins and hot chocolate for her dad.
Finally, Marcy heard her dad outside the kitchen door. He stamped his feet to get rid of the snow on his boots before he came inside.
When he opened the door he was covered with snow from head to toe.
Marcy shivered from the cold air that burst into the kitchen from the opened door. “Hurry up, Daddy. It’s cold!”
“You’re not coming inside with all that snow,” Marcy’s mother said.
Dad held onto the doorknob as he pulled off his boots and then brushed snow from his coat and pants. Then Mom allowed Dad into the warm kitchen. He closed the door and took off his hat, coat, and gloves. Marcy put Dad’s things on a bench near the door.
Mom said to Dad, “You’ve certainly earned the breakfast that Marcy and I made for you.”
Dad’s teeth were still chattering when he sat down at the breakfast table. “You’re the best,” he said as winked at Marcy and her mom. He warmed his hands on the cup of hot chocolate and took a sip. Christmas Day was going to be a happy one for Marcy. Even though she wasn’t celebrating the day like some other kids, she was going ice-skating with her dad.
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Veröffentlicht auf e-Stories.org am 24.11.2011.