The Nutcracker – Writing 101 Day 13

Ella watched in wonder as the ballerina’s twirled and spun around the wintery stage. For years she had wanted to see Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker ballet. Now, here she was in a magnificent theater, not far from Rockefeller center and the magnificent Christmas tree. It was truly a magical, wintery wonderland time of year.

 

My flash fiction is always longer than about 200 words. This comes in at fifty two words. Whoa. I was listening to classical winter like music, and since Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker Ballet has been one I am dying to see one day… It was in my head.

And because I like this image I’m adding it to the post

Kate

Candy Cane – Haiku

A candy cane sees
happy licks slowly pleasing
under Christmas trees.

Not sure it’s really good, but eh, I had the dice out the other night and Christmas was still on my brain. No, not all of these words are included in Haikubes, but well, that’s what the blank spaces are for…..

Kate

I Smell Snow

Tonight, it smells like snow.  Or December.  I think December has a very distinct smell that reminds me of The Carpenters, John Denver‘s “Aspenglow” song, Columbia, California  and clearly Christmas.  It’s this woodsmoke and cold, mountain air. It’s misty cold from the pines. It’s pines.  It’s the smell of Christmas trees and old candy canes.

Snow smells. People that don’t get snow wouldn’t understand, but snow has this metallic, slightly dirty smell. Like damp dust.  Only it’s cleaner and fresher. And colder.  I know it sounds strange to say snow smells like dust, but every snowflake is made from a speck of dust.  you would not have snow unless you had dirt.  Sounds even stranger.  But seriously, melt snow and the water isn’t very clean at the bottom.  And it tastes weird.  Definitely dirty.  I like to eat snow, but even it doesn’t taste like clean water. Yet you think it is because it’s white.

So, tonight, it smells like metallic cold pines and woodsmoke.

Tonight I smell snow.

That being said, I don’t know if it’s going to snow, but it might be in the mountains. All of California is getting much needed precipitation of some sort.

Kate

Trees

2013's Christmas tree at the home of Kate's Bookshelf.

2013’s Christmas tree at the home of Kate’s Bookshelf.

It is the first of December already. How is this possible?  Wasn’t it just July? Wasn’t it just hot?

Normally by this time of year we would either have a. purchased the Christmas tree from a tree farm, b. already had the tree up, or c. it was in the bucket of water waiting to go up. None of those apply this year. We have yet to get our tree even due to relying on a friend to cut down a tree from the National forest and bringing it to us.  Where we live, we can get a lovely tree for only $10 if you get a permit from the Forest Service and go out into the forest and cut one down.

There is nothing quite like having a fresh tree from the forest.  They are spectacular, bugs included because yes, they come with bugs. Or spiders.  I mean, it’s from the forest. What do you expect? Sterile and sprayed with chemicals? I don’t think so. And I don’t do artificial.  Last year we were getting our permit from the forest service and the two young guys working there, rangers, were discussing the fact that one of them only has an artificial tree and sprays it down with pine tree scent so it smells.  What The!!!?  I mean, come on. You work for the forest service. You know where the trees are. You know that the forest is filled with too many trees. (and people that live in the city and are liberal, don’t try to tell me we are running out of trees. that is a pile of crap. A huge load of hog crap [why hog? because it smells worse than cow])

I love having a Christmas tree up. Usually it is up for a good two months. Yes, just when people are thinking about Valentine’s Day is when our tree is finally coming down.  Sue me. I love Christmas.

So, I am anxiously waiting for our tree. Not quite ready to figure out the rearranging of the living room to fit said tree, but well, that’s part of life.

So, when do you put up your tree?

Signing off

Kate

Strung Lights

Via rainydaysandblankets

“Settle down it will all be clear…..” sang the words of the man playing a cover song of a popular new artist.  He was set up on the corner of 1st and Green, his worn guitar lovingly strummed as he sang.

A crowd was gathered around him, smiling and tapping toes to the catchy tune.  Above, the twinkle lights were strung across the brick facade of the old building.  Old world lights glowed brightly in the winter night.  The town was hosting a troubadour gathering, and there were musicians on different corners and set up at the entrances to the various shops.  The coffee shop was the most popular, open for later hours and serving spicy mugs of hot cider and specialty lattes.

Kids ran up and down the street, more interested in the candy canes they were sucking and crunching on.  Soon the gathering of singers would change to the annual Christmas tree lighting at the village square.  Santa would have the honor of plugging in the lights, then he would sit in his Christmas throne to listen to all the requests for presents from the children.

The holiday fete was popular, and this year, doubly so with the various musicians.

“…The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found

Just know you’re not alone
Cause I’m going to make this place your home.”  As the last lines were sung, the crowd clapped.  This town was definitely home.

I found this wonderful picture on {dream a little dream of me} a tumblr blog that I have fallen in love with.  The image made me immediately think of Phillip Phillips song “Home” and that little blip in the music video that shows lights strung across the street. I absolutely love that image and I wish our town would do that. It would be so beautiful on our Main street.

Well, I hope you all enjoy this bit of flash fiction.  Like I said, I’m in the mood.

Signing off

~Kate

Christmas Tree Magic

She sat in the glitterning darkness of a sparkling Christmas tree.  The white lights were like little fairies come to rest, the blue balls shown like the night sky. Icicles dripped from the branches adding a graceful elegance to the already delicate boughs.  Snowflakes winked in and out among  cranberry balls.  Here and there were sparkling red snowflakes. Drenched in red glitter they were etherial.  The whole tree was a confection to the eyes. One filled with delight and magic.  One could just picture Santa coming to  tuck presents beneath the boughs.

There was a enchanting sensation  to the room. Decorated to the nines, one could not help feeling that they had entered either a winter wonderland, or Saint Nick’s own abode.  The mantle held garlands of fragrant pine.  Red bayberry candles, with their yellow flames, flickered in and out of the greenery.  Plush red stockings hung by cheerful snowmen, santas, and reindeer.   Tables were layden with  overflowing bowls of candy.  Red and green M & M’s filled a chubby Santa’s sack; candy canes hooked over square glass cubes, filled to the brim with holiday kisses.  Caramels, fudge, and toffee.  It was a child’s paradise. 

It was perfect for her.  She sat with her mug of hot chocolate.  Curled up on a sofa, snuggled in a warm wool sweater and socks, it was the epitome of Christmas. One couldn’t ask for anything better.

 

 

Signing off

~Kate

P.S. This was just me in an inspirational mood. I have a glorious tree this year and it’s quite magical.