Megan’s Christmas
It is Christmas time, and that means school holidays are near, but Megan is not too keen to finish school just yet!
The last day of Christmas term is one of her favourites of the school year.
However, Megan gets to thinking about how she can make this year different from all the others, and so discusses it with her best friend, Jane.
They come up with a great idea to make their Christmas special and help some less fortunate local folk at the same time.
Christmas goes well, but Megan learns a lot about how others have to experience it, and finds out a few truths from her Spirit Guide, Wacinhinsha too.
All in all, it is a memorable and instructive experience for both girls.
Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / Contemporary1 THE CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS BEGIN
"I'm really looking forward to school today, Mam!" said Megan at breakfast.
"That's nice, Megan... because it's the end of term?"
"No... well, that too, but mostly because of the Carol Service and the special meal we get. I love Christmas pudding and custard, and I love mince pies".
"You get them here..."
"Yes, I know, but I can't get enough of them".
"You've never told me that before. I could make them anytime".
"Mmmm, thanks, but I don't think they would taste the same in March or June... They invoke the festive spirit somehow".
"Yes, I know what you mean... like hot Crossed Buns in September... Why is that?"
"Yes", she smiled. "I don’t know. Anyway, I'd better get off to school. See you later, Mam". Megan picked up her satchel and ran out of the door slamming it behind her. Suzanne was waiting for it, but that didn't make the noise any less irritating.
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Megan was enjoying the end-of-term Christmas Carol Service at school, she always had done, but for the first time in her life, the words of some of the hymns bothered her. She had always considered herself a Christian, she had never had any other alternatives presented to her, but, phrases such as "Onwards, Christian soldiers...' bothered her. She was not a soldier, not violent, and not anti-anyone or anything, as far as she knew, and she didn't want to sing that she was. She marked it down in her mind as something to ask Wacinhinsha one day.
Lunch was sumptuous by everyday standards, but what topped it off was having the afternoon off. She had forgotten to mention it to her mother, but that didn't matter - she had a key, and her mother was usually at home anyway.
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Author review: Another perfect job from Luc Wyn. |
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Author review: Perfect! Perfectly formatted as well :-) |
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