The contest, hosted by the author Susanna Leonard Hill( , asks participants to create their own versions of The Night Before Christmas. This being my first contest is nothing less than lucky because:
a) it has to rhyme (yo soy rhymaholic)
b) I had just finished my story a few weeks before for my daughter (our little Christmas baby) and zipped it if off along with a query letter to an agent. (Did you hear that Universe?)
With that being said, eh-hemmmm.....
How many people feel slighted with their birthdays being right before or after Christmas? Well, what if your birthday was ON Christmas?
Happy Christmas Birthday Little LuLu Rose was a story created in attempt to prove that you CAN be born on Christmas and have a happy life. (Yes, it is true people!)
Here is my submission.
HAPPY CHRISTMAS BIRTHDAY LITTLE LULU ROSE!
By: Elizabeth Stevens Omlor
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and wouldn’t you know, not a soul was asleep (that’s just how it goes)!
The kids ran around, hyper as can be, excited about Santa and LuLu’s party.
“What party?” you ask, well, I’ll have you know, that Christmas is the birthday of little LuLu Rose.
How lucky was she to be born on Christmas day? Well I’ll have you know, not all felt the same.
“Ah, what a shame”, lamented Mr. McGrew. “She’ll have to share her day and that’s not easy to do.”
“Poor little thing” cried Mrs. McBenz. “What kind of party can she have when she can’t see her friends?”
“Are you kidding? What a jip!” exclaimed cousin Stew. “They’ll give her only one present, instead of two!”
But you see LuLu’s parents were with it, they thought ahead. Each Christmas morning they’d sing her Happy Birthday in bed.
Then they’d come out to see just what Santa had brought, and wow you should have seen the Christmas presents she got!
Tap shoes, a bike, books and tangerines, a doll, a drum set and a model airplane.
The crinkled paper would sit all crumbled in heaps, with Christmas presents all opened, it was time to go eat!
LuLu chose her special birthday breakfast to eat every year, ginger pancakes with powdered sugar stacked up to her ears.
Orange juice and pomegranates, eggs in a nest, man did she think her birthday was the best!
When bellies were full, they went to their rooms, to spiff up for family who’d be arriving real soon.
The doorbell would ring, LuLu’d slide in her socks, to swing open the door and be clobbered by hugs.
“Happy Christmas Birthday!” Grandma and Grandpa would shout, her party had started, the house now cheerful and loud.
“Here open this one, LuLu my dear. Happy Birthday my darling, has it already been a year?”
Then they’d break out the pictures from LuLu’s first days, they’d ohh and they’d ahh, “What a cutie!” they’d say.
For in those first days, they couldn’t believe, how amazing little LuLu could already be
Relatives came from near and from far, they danced and they sang with such joy in their hearts.
Little LuLu Rose was now here to stay, to be celebrated and doted on each year on Christmas day.
‘Twas the day after Christmas, not a soul was awake, except small, little LuLu, who woke eager to play.
The relatives asleep on the living room couch, their feet perched on another, drool spilled from their mouths.
“I love this” she said quietly on her own, “On my birthday I know I’ll never be alone.”
“How lucky am I to be born on Christmas day? I know I would never want it any other way.”