December Joy - a Christmas WCE

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This is my entry for @Myface2's Christmas writing contest! The movie I chose is The Grinch. Have fun reading! (Green flag for music!!) ⚹'❄꒷︶˚︶˚︶˚︶꒷❄.꒷︶˚︶˚︶˚︶꒷❄.꒷︶˚︶˚︶˚︶꒷❄'⚹ "Ouch!" I exclaimed after hitting my *heel* on the leg of the chair and dropping a basket of dirty laundry on the floor. The pain tickled my foot as if I had just been stung by an electric *eel*. I moaned and murmured under my breath as I rubbed my foot and began picking up the *dump-heap* of *unwashed socks* and other random pieces of clothing. I limped over to the laundry room and dumped the clothes into the washing machine before heading to the living room to sit by the Christmas tree (which looked more like a triangular-shaped *cactus* in my opinion). I felt like a *seasick crocodile*, it was already Christmas Eve and there was so much that I haven't done yet. I have just been so busy, rushing to get things done so it could be Christmas day. I still haven't gone Christmas shopping, baked Christmas cookies, finished learning The First Noel on piano, and so much more. I had so much planned this year, but I ran out of time. "Don't worry, Joy" I said to myself, taking in a deep breath, "you still have one more day." I sighed and sat silently for a moment and then suddenly remembered I was supposed to be babysitting my little sister. I was rushing into the kitchen when I stopped in my tracks and found my little sister, Hollyn, making a huge mess with the *garlic*. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" I screamed, clutching my head with my hands and running to catch a glass jar that was about to tip off the counter. The 5 year old looked up at me innocently, "would you like a *three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sause?*" she offered me politely in her high pitch, childish voice. I quickly pulled her off the once-spotless white chair and turned her around so that she was staring at me with her oh-so-innocent eyes. "Hollyn! Mom will be home any minute now and will turn into a *monster* if she sees this mess" I scolded the little girl. She nodded and apologized before skipping up the stairs in her tight Christmas pajamas carrying her stuffed animal *skunk* by the leg. I groaned and complained, freaking out at this mess I was now supposed to clean. It's Christmas Eve, why can't I feel joyful and at peace? Why can't this year be like the other fun years we would have before? Instead I am here, cleaning up a mess I am not responsible for and puking over a *bad banana with a greasy black peel* that I tossed into the garbage when I could have been baking sweet-smelling cookies instead. I remember last year like it was yesterday, except it was much better than yesterday. I remember that I went caroling with my friends around a Christmas tree the height of a *thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole*, but that was last year, when my dad was alive and my mom wasn't working so hard all the time. This year they went without me because I had to stay home with Hollyn, again. I do love my little sister though, most of the time, she is just too much for me. Sometimes she is like a swarm of *termites* consuming me like wood or making me look and feel like a *dead tomato splotched with moldly purple spots*. Sometimes I wish I could feel free, as free as a dainty little butterfly without a care in the world. I just wish December didn't have to feel so rushed. I finished cleaning up the horrible mess, which felt like a huge weight off my shoulders, and immediately ran to the living room and collapsed onto the couch. I looked at my watch, it was 3:00. I sighed sadly, "I guess I don't have much time to bake cookies or go out with my friends to a caroling party. Why does it have to be Christmas already? Why can't it be December 1st again?" I sat there for a while, depressed, I could really use some Christmas cheer right now. I watched *spiders* crawling outside the window. It was raining, not even cold enough to snow. The house, even with all the decorations and twinkling lights, seemed dull and dim. I was just about to cry when Hollyn, who was sliding down the stairs singing Jingle Bells, looked at me and smiled. I tried to smile back but could not pull it off. "Hey Grinch" she looked at me and giggled, she was carrying her chocolate advent calendar which had only one box left to open, day 24. "Do you want to help me open the last box?" she asked, handing it to me. I shook my head, because while she was thinking about chocolate and candy canes, I was thinking about how terrible of a babysitter I was. "Come on Joy, tomorrow is Christmas!" she said excitedly, leaping onto the couch and bouncing up and down on it. "I know tomorrow is Christmas, opening an advent calendar won't help" I replied, pulling her down onto her bottom. "Pleaaaaaaase!" she pleaded, looking up at me with puppy eyes, "I will let you eat the chocolate!" I sighed, not wanting to argue with a preschooler, and accepted the calendar (Continued --->)