An Odd Poem
A.N. Hi there, and welcome to the first chapter of my 58th story. My good friend Kat, from Greece, is currently in the process of writing an awesome story called "Right In The Hunt." Basically, the story's main characters are me and her. As it is nearly Christmas, and I should like to finish this story before my family comes, I am doing one as well. For the first few chapters, it is just the two of us looking forward to Christmas, but then we will eventually find ourselves in the world of the Polar Express.
I do hope you enjoy it.
For the first time in a long time, snow was blanketing the city of Athens as the Greeks got ready for the Christmas season. One particular person, a fifteen year old girl by the name of Katja was in the process of sending a private message to a friend, all the while wondering when Greece was last covered in so much snow. The flakes of white gently floating down from the heavens made her smile. Christmas, with all its snow, was truly spectacular, and the lights and decorations of the city made everything look magical.
Katja just smiled, and moving away from her laptop, she approached the eastern window, and just relished in all the beauty of Christmas that Athens was showing. It really does look magical, she thought to herself, and wondered what her parents had planned for Christmas Day. Usually, she was allowed to open a present on Christmas Eve, then open her stocking when she first woke up on Christmas Day.
Then, after breakfast, she opened the rest of her presents, went to church and sang Carols, then had a huge Christmas Dinner with her parents, her cousins and their parents, and even on occasion, her uncle Fredrick, who lived in Wellington.
As she turned away from her window, a picture on her chest of drawers made her smile. It was a picture of two girls sitting together in a beautiful park, one arm wrapped around each other, the other making a peace sign. One of the girls was Katja herself, wearing a dark green t-shirt saying "I love NZ," and a pair of black three-quarter pants. The other girl was a good friend of hers, Sapphire Stone, and Katja couldn't work out why the girl liked wearing dresses and skirts.
In the photo, Sapphire was wearing a red dress that went to her knees, black footless tights, and long black boots. I miss you, Sapphy, the girl thought to herself, just as her mother called her from downstairs.
When she arrived, Katja saw that her mother and father were looking perplexed about something.
"What's up?" She asked, and her mother said, "We're having trouble reading this poem."
Kat rolled her eyes, and held her hand out for the poem. "Can't be that hard to read, surely." She said, and began to read the poem.
"Merry Christmas, darling daughter
Can you bring us a glass of wwater?
The Christmas treee stands tall and bright
What a wonder, whaat a sight.
Golden baubles, brranches green
Make this room a magic dreeam.
Presents ggalore, and Santa Claus too
Will bring a smile to the face of yoou.
French Vaniilla icecream, and lovely Christmas pie
Are what await you, inn your destination-bye.
Ggreece is always lovely, att this time oof year
Spellinng mistakes are never nice to see or hear.
Zzero fun you will not have on our holiday
Ffor Christmas will be cool foor you, everry single day.
Ccaius was a mean guy, in thhe Twilight Saga
On holiday at some point, yourr father wiill want ssome lagar.
Ttoday it's cold, tommorrow not so
Aand where we are going, there shall be no ssnow.
Add the mistakes together, work out all the clues
And you shall see a sentence that will delight you.
You will jump for joy, you shall cry "Hooray!"
When you discover where we are going on our holiday."
Katja stared blankly at the poem, wondering what on earth Caius from Twilight had anything to do with Christmas. Then she had another read of the poem, now more aware of all the spelling mistakes, and picked up the green pen that was lying somewhat abandoned on the table. She began circling the mistakes and writing them down. When she had finished, she looked more baffled than ever, for she had written: wearegoingtonzforchristmas.
"Is that even a real word?" She asked, pointing at it, amidst the laughter of her parents.
"No, it's a sentence," her father said, chuckling, as his daughter's brow furrowed for a moment, before she suddenly let out a shriek of joy, and re-wrote the sentence as it should have been: We are going to NZ for Christmas.
"You guys are awesome!" She squealed delightedly, as she wrapped her arms around her mother and father.
"We sure are, and you can spend some time with your friend, if you want to. I suggest you go and pack, 'cause we leave this evening."
Katja, knowing to pack summer clothes, raced away, a huge grin on her face.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, Sapphire Stone sent her friend a private message, asking her what she was doing for Christmas , all the while humming Band Aid's "Do They Know It's Christmas?" to herself. Glancing at the time on her laptop screen, she saw that it read twenty-five to ten, so she used that time to have a nice cold shower and read before she fell asleep at ten.
Just before she did so, she decided to check her FanFiction inbox, and saw that there were no new messages. This didn't worry her though, so she wrote "Goodnight, Kat." Before turning off her laptop, and fell asleep, dreaming of the coming Christmas Production, in which she had a fair-sized part.
A.N. And that's a wrap. Hope you enjoyed it :) Kat's uncle Fredrick is named after my uncle, who passed away in 2008.