Day 24: Blast from the Past

So remember when I wanted to post snippets from my old journals but hesitated to because of illegible handwriting and/or anger? I have a solution! I used to be a very prolific short story writer when I was 7 and 8. We had this thing called Writer's Workshop that was all about learning and applying the writing process. We were encouraged to write and illustrate our own stories, go through an editing process, then "publish" our own books and share them with our classmates. I wrote many a book. So I have a treat for you. As it is now officially the holiday season, I give you: Merry Christmas by Mary M. (Sadly, I wish I had a scanner so I could scan in and show you my fabulous illustrations. I fear a simple photograph would not do them justice. Also this entry is very last minute.)

Merry Christmas by Mary M.

I like to build snowmen. It is hard work to build.

I like to go caroling. Do you love caroling?

I like Christmas. Decorating the tree is fun.

It is fun to cut snowflakes. That is fun.

So, how do you like the way I celebrate Christmas?

About the Author: Mary is seven. She likes to draw. She likes to read.

Eh? Not exactly Pulitzer Prize winning but a start. I think two sentances was quite enough at age seven to describe my feelings for the Christmas season. Sadly, those feelings would experience a metamorphosis of sorts over the coming years. But that is a story for another day. I'm still in a lot of pain here, folks. I really hope I don't have an infection. That would suck ass and really mess up my life. I still have a good supply of Vicodin so hopefully, I 'll pull through. Tomorrow, pictures I hope.