Blizzy

By Deedy • Uncategorized • 18 Aug 2014

Blizzy Cameo

AKA: The Worrywart Elf

Distinguishing Feature: Long Green Hair

Symbol: *  (Snowflake)

Favorite Job: Making Snowglobes, especially the Snowflakes

Loves: Sledding, Building Snowforts, Snowball Fights

Best Friend: Tizzy

Name of My Story: Blizzy, the Worrywart Elf

What happens in my story?

I am the only Izzy Elf who notices that Tizzy is missing on Christmas morning. When I start questioning all her friends about when they saw him last, and where Tizzy could possibly be, however, they think I am just being a “worrywart”. But I have the last laugh (and a mistletoe kiss)!

How does my story begin?

‘Twas the morning of Christmas and just about dawn,
When Blizzy, the elf, came awake with a yawn.
She sleepily turned to the clock with a jerk
And whispered, “Oh, no! I’m late getting to work!”
But then she remembered it was Christmas Day,
The one time all year when her “job” was to play!
For she was the maker of snow globes that swirl:
A very big job for a smallish-type girl.
Her year’s work was done, all the globes packed away
And all been delivered in Santa’s red sleigh.
So the only things scheduled, she thought with elation,
Were the Yearly Elf Photo and Elf Celebration.

For when Santa flies back each year in his sleigh
He throws an Elf Party on each Christmas Day.
All elves feast on cookies that Santa brings back;
All those he can’t eat, he puts into his pack.
(Although chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf
He couldn’t eat millions of treats by himself!)
So he fills up the sleigh for the trip to the Pole
With cookies half eaten and cookies still whole.
Cookies from everywhere!  Cookies galore!
Kolachkies and marzipan, kringle and more.
Sugar ones, frosted, and sugar ones, plain.
And gingerbread folk wrapped in green cellophane:
All kinds were brought back for his helpers’ delight.
So Blizzy could hardly wait ‘til it was night,
When, after the feasting, once bellies were full,
They’d pull on their parkas and mittens of wool.
Then, joining their hands in an elfentine ring,
They’d circle the Arctic, they’d dance and they’d sing
And watch as the fireworks would fill the night sky
With curtains of color that shimmered so high.
Then Blizzy smiled happily all to herself
And wondered when she’d see her favorite elf.
This is the year, she thought, when Tizzy might
Take hold of her hand when they danced in the night.
And maybe—that’s maybe—he’d give her a kiss
Beneath the green mistletoe. That would be bliss!
Just thinking of this made her blush like a rose
As she threw back her covers and threw on her clothes.

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Here are links to buy my story:

 

Paperback (Amazon)

Paperback (Createspace)

Paperback (Book Depository)

Kindle

Downloadable Audiobook

Audiobook CD

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