Saturday, December 3, 2011

How the Wind Tried to Steal Christmas Spirit

Every Who in West Bountiful liked Christmas a lot…

But the Wind, From the north,  He Did NOT!

The Wind hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season! Now, please don’t ask why. No one quite knows the reason.  It could be that the Season was going just right. Or It could be, Perhaps, it was the time of his might.  But I think that the most likely reason of all may have been that the wind comes any time at all.

But, whatever the reason, the time or the season, He stood there  Dec 1st hating the Whos, Staring down from Canada with a sour Windy front at the warm lighted windows below in there town. For he knew every Who down in West Bountiful beneath Was busy now, hanging a mistletoe wreath.

“And They’re hanging their stockings!” he snarled with a sneer. “This Month is for Christmas! It’s practically here!” Then he growled, with his Wind Fingers nervously drumming, “I MUST find a way to keep the Christmas Spirit from coming!” For, this Month, he knew….

… All the Who Girls and boys would spread Christmas cheer with fun and with poise. They’d rush around giving goodies! And Then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise! That one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE!NOISE! NOISE!

Then the Whos, young and old, would sit down to a feast. And they’d feast! And they’d feast! And they” FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! They would start with green Jell-O, and potatoes with cache valley cheese which was something the Wind Couldn’t stand in the least.

And THEN they’d do something he liked least of all! Every who in West bountiful, the tall and the small, would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing.  They’d stand hand in hand. And the Whos would start singing!

They’d sing! And they’d Sing! AND they’d SING! SING! SING! SING! And the more the wind thought of the Who-Christmas-Song the more the Wind thought, “I MUST stop this whole thing! Why for 2011 years I’ve put up with it now! I must Stop Christmas from coming! … but HOW?”

Then he got an idea! And awful idea! THE WIND GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL  IDEA! “I know just what to do!” The Wind Laughed in his Throat.  And he made a quick Map and grabbed his coat. And he chuckled and clucked, “What a great Windy Trick! With this map I will get them real quick!”

“All I need is some warm pressure and cold…” The Wind Looked around, But since in Canada warm pressure is scarce, there was none to be found.  Did that stop the Wind? NO! He simply called up his friend, Santa Ana in Californy and told him this story. 

“see the Whos in West bountiful would love a Warm Christmas, what a time it would be they could enjoy lemonade by the side of the Tree, they could wear shorts and t-shirts instead of long johns and gloves.  It would be so much fun and would show them your love.”  So Santa Ana smiled and said “I’ll send them warm weather it will be my pleasure.”

THEN THE Wind jumped in his Sleigh and headed our way.

He said “Giddyap!” and the sleigh started down toward the homes where the who’s lay a snooze in there town.

All their windows were dark. Quiet filled the air. All the Whos were dreaming sweet dreams without care when he came to the first house in the square.  “This is stop number one,” the old Windy Claus hissed and he climbed to the roof, emptiness in his fist.

Then he slid round the chimney, a rather tight pinch, but if Santa could do it, then so could the Wind.  He got stuck only once, for a moment or two. Then the stuck his head out through the fireplace he blew.  “These Christmas lights” he grinned, “are the first things to go!”

Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant, around the whole house, and he took every present! Chairs! Balls! Bikes!  Even Some Cars!  Wreaking havoc on swing sets bending wires and bars!

Then he slunk to the roof. And he looked at the home and started gliding.  He took the Whos shingles, He took the Whos Siding. He tore up the house as quick as a flash. Why, That Wind then he started to Dash!

Then he dashed round and round with happiness and glee.  “And NOW!” grinned the Wind, “I’ll get the Tree!”

And the Wind grabbed the tree, and he started to shove. When he heard a small sound like a coo of a dove.  He turned round fast, and he saw a small Who! Little Kyler Anderson, Who was Just over Two.

The Wind had been caught by this little who son who’d woke out of bed from a sound like a gun. He stared at the Wind and Said, “Why are you blowing the tree’s down? Why?”

But, You know, that old Wind was so smart and so slick He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick! “why, my sweet little tot, Do you want a white Christmas or not?”  The Wind Said ”You see the snow is at my house my dear. So I’m just trying to blow it down here.”

And his fib fooled the child. Then he blew on his head and then sent him to bed.  And when Kyler was in bed all snuggled up, HE went back outside and pulled the tree up!

Then the last thing he took were the logs for the fire. Then he went round the chimney, oh that old liar.  On their house he left nothing but nails and some wire.

It was a quarter past noon… All the Whos,  out bed , all staring unpleasant, when he packed up his sled, packed it up with their presents! The Tree’s, and windows, their cars, and their Power!

Three Thousand feet round! Up the side of hills, he made all the towns look like landfills. He was Windishly humming.  “they’re finding out now no Christmas cheer is coming! And I know just what they’ll do! Their mouths will hang open a minute or two.. Then all the Whos in West bountiful will all cry BOO-HOO!”

“that’s a noise,” grinned the Wind, “That I simply must hear!” So he paused. And the Wind put a hand to his ear. And he did hear a sound rising over the foe. It started in low. Then it started to Grow…

But the sound wasn’t sad! Why, this sound sounded merry! It couldn’t be so! But it WAS Merry! VERY!

He stared down at West Bountiful! The Wind popped his eyes! Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!

Every Who in West Bountiful, the tall and the small, was helping out! Without any hesitation at all! He HADN’T Stopped the Christmas spirit from coming! IT CAME! Somehow or another, it came just the same!

And the Wind, with his Wind-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling:
“how could it be so? It came without ribbons! It came without tags! It came without packages, boxes or bags!” and he puzzled for hours, till his puzzler was sore.  Then the Wind thought of something he hadn’t before! “maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store. “Maybe Christmas…perhaps...means a little bit more!”

And what happened then...? Well…in West Bountiful they say that the Winds died down three sizes that day! And the minute he didn’t feel them with so much fright, he whizzed with his load through the day and the night.  He brought in the snow and some fun for the feast and he...

HE Himself... was no longer a beast!

Samantha Anderson

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