A Christmas Story In Candy
(St. Louis, MO USA)
A Merry Christmas Story In Candy Idea
I wanted to write a Christmas story using candy. So I used the inspiration from other stories I read online. And this is what I came up with. Enjoy!
A Christmas Story In Candy
Ohhhhhh......How sweet it is!
My Grandma SWEET MARIE taught me everything about Christmas. I was just a kid back then. I remember riding my BIG RED bike to visit her on the day my big sister MARY JANE dropped the ATOMIC bomb: "There is no Santa Claus!" yelled my sister. "Even DUM DUMs know that."
I told my Grandma what she said. I knew she would tell me the truth.
"No Santa Claus! GIMME-A-BREAK!" she SNICKERS. "BONKERS! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me want to lose my SKITTLES”.
Now put on your MILK DUDS and let's go." Go where Grandma?" I asked. "To GOOBERS department store, the one store in town that has a little bit of everything. As we STRIDE through its doors, Grandma said, "TAKE 5 dollars." That was like a 100 GRAND in those days.
"Take this money." she said, "And buy something for someone who needs it."
For a few moments I just stood there. I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my neighbors, the kids at school, my friends, MIKE & IKE, CLARK and O'HENRY.
When I suddenly thought of the JOLLY RANCHER. He lived two blocks from me over on 5TH AVENUE. Recently he had ruin his coat picking LEMON DROPS in the SOUR PATCH.
I was XTREMEly happy when I picked a RED HOT FRUIT STRIPE coat. It LOOKed real warm, and I
hoped deep in my HEART that he would like it.
The nice lady at the store said, "What a beautiful coat, is this a Christmas present for someone?" "Yes, I replied, "It’s for the JOLLY RANCHER". She wrapped the coat in Christmas paper and tied it with a BIG RED bow. I asked the nice lady if she could write on the card, "To the JOLLY RANCHER from Santa Claus."
That night AFTER EIGHT, Grandma drove over to the JOLLY RANCHER's house, explaining to me along the way that I was now officially one of Santa's helpers. Grandma said, "That Santa always insisted on secrecy."
Grandma parked down the street and we walked quietly in the dark and hid in the bushes next to the front porch.
Grandma gave me a nudge, "Go ahead, Santa Claus," she WISPA, "Get going."
I took a deep breath, and made a FASTBREAK for his front door. I put the present on his step, and rang the doorbell twice and flew back to the safety of the bushes like a AERO plane.
Together we waited in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally, it did, and there stood the JOLLY RANCHER. He LOOKed down, He LOOKed around and picked up the present and took it inside and closed the door.
We peeked in the window with EXCITEMENT as we watched him open the present. Tears of ALMOND JOY streamed down his face. I LOOKed at my Grandma and said, "Why is he crying?" Grandma HUGS me tight and WISPA in my ear. "Those my dear boy are tears of ALMOND JOY".
That night, I realized that those NUTRAGEOUS rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were. "BONKERS!"