{"id":350,"date":"2024-12-15T12:00:00","date_gmt":"2024-12-15T12:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mae.blauvelt.me\/blog\/?p=350"},"modified":"2024-12-18T21:42:37","modified_gmt":"2024-12-18T21:42:37","slug":"tis-the-season-of-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mae.blauvelt.me\/blog\/tis-the-season-of-love\/","title":{"rendered":"Tis The Season"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

He who has not Christmas in his heart will never find it under a tree -Roy L. Smith<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Christmas is my absolute favorite Holiday. I love getting to see my family. Members that I both do and don’t see a lot. We get to hang out, eat good food, and be family. I love it. Christmas brings me so much joy, it’s the day are savoir was born, and a day we get to give gift to make joy. Receiving gifts isn’t to bad either. \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I already got my best Christmas gift this year. My baby girl Violet. (My mom even said she would warp Violet in a big red bow on Christmas morning.) She is such a big sweet heart and I love her with all my heart. I know we are going to have some pretty awesome years through out her life. My mom even said she would warp Violet in a big red bow on Christmas morning. Just thinking about the adventures and happy time we are going to have makes my throat close up with tears of happiness and joy. That kind of happiness that is just so beautiful. The kind of happiness you get when you hear a beautiful heartfelt song. The one that gives you goosebumps, and makes you want to cry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Speaking of songs… ARE YOU READY FOR IT?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Twelve Days Of The Games by Mae Everdeen<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

O<\/strong>n the first day of the Games,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My mentor gave to me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A Mockingjay in a tree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

O<\/strong>n the second day of the Games,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My mentor gave to me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two glowing embers,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And a Mockingjay in a tree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

O<\/strong>n the third day of the Games,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My mentor gave to me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Three bright wigs,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two glowing embers,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And a Mockingjay in a tree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

O<\/strong>n the fourth day of the Games,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My mentor gave to me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Four screaming victims,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Three bright wigs,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two glowing embers,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And a Mockingjay in a tree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

O<\/strong>n the fifth day of the Games,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My mentor gave to me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Five gold-tipped arrows,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Four screaming victims,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Three bright wigs,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two glowing embers,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And a Mockingjay in a tree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

O<\/strong>n the sixth day of the Games,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My mentor gave to me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Six drops of blood,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Five gold-tipped arrows,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Four screaming victims,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Three bright wigs,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two glowing embers,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And a Mockingjay in a tree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

O<\/strong>n the seventh day of the Games,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My mentor gave to me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Seven victor\u2019s swimming,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Six drops of blood,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Five gold-tipped arrows,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Four screaming victims,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Three bright wigs,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two glowing embers,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And a Mockingjay in a tree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

O<\/strong>n the eighth day of the Games,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My mentor gave to me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eight Jays silent,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Seven victor\u2019s swimming,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Six drops of blood,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Five gold-tipped arrows,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Four screaming victims,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Three bright wigs,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two glowing embers,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And a Mockingjay in a tree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

O<\/strong>n the ninth day of the Games,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My mentor gave to me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nine ladies pleading,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eight Jays silent,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Seven victor\u2019s swimming,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Six drops of blood,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Five gold-tipped arrows,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Four screaming victims,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Three bright wigs,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two glowing embers,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And a Mockingjay in a tree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

O<\/strong>n the tenth day of the Games,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My mentor gave to me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ten peacekeepers shooting,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nine ladies pleading,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eight Jays silent,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Seven victor\u2019s swimming,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Six drops of blood,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Five gold-tipped arrows,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Four screaming victims,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Three bright wigs,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two glowing embers,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And a Mockingjay in a tree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

O<\/strong>n the eleventh day of the Games,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My mentor gave to me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eleven kids a weeping,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ten peacekeepers shooting,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nine ladies pleading,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eight Jays silent,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Seven victor\u2019s swimming,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Six drops of blood,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Five gold-tipped arrows,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Four screaming victims,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Three bright wigs,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two glowing embers,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And a Mockingjay in a tree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

O<\/strong>n the twelfth day of the Games,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My mentor gave to me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Twelve angry districts,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eleven kids a weeping,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ten peacekeepers shooting,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nine ladies pleading,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eight Jays silent,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Seven victor\u2019s swimming,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Six drops of blood,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Five gold-tipped arrows,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Four screaming victims,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Three bright wigs,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two glowing embers,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And a Mockingjay in a tree!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That song is for all the Hunger Game lovers out there! Also if you didn’t catch on it’s meant to be sung to the tune of The Twelve Days Of Christmas. XD I was going to try and recorded it but…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My favorite Christmas song is probably Carol Of The Bells. Not sure what version\/who I would chose. Maybe Lindsey Sterling? I really like her music. Defiantly listen to her during the Christmas season!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Remember when I said I would share some of my writing? Well here we are! I wrote this story for a short story writing competition I’m in. It’s not my best work.. So please don’t judge to harshly. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n\n\n\n

*DON’T READ IF YOU BELIEVE IN SANTA CLAUS*<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ten-year-old Michael trudges through the deep north pole snow. After lots of work he had finally made it. Despite what everyone had said. Despite his brother\u2019s words. He had made it. He had made it, and he was going to prove them all wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He pauses to gulp in air. The snow was deep and walking through it was hard on his little boy legs. Big boy. He corrects himself. Only a big boy could sneak out of his house to the north pole. Only a big boy could prove his family wrong. Only a big boy could do what he was about to do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As he gulps in air his mind drifts back to the event that had led him here\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A week earlier,<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat are you up to?\u201d Michaels older brother -Jake- asks. Ruffling ten-year-old Michael\u2019s hair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

          Michael swats his brother\u2019s hand away. \u201cI\u2019m writing my letter the Santa Claus!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

          Jake shakes his head. \u201cYou\u2019re still doing that?? I can\u2019t believe mom and dad haven\u2019t told you yet. They told me when I was seven.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

          \u201cTold me what?\u201d Michael asks. Carefully capping his marker and setting it down. Before he turns to face his older brother, who is spread out on the couch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

          A secretive look engulfs Jakes face. \u201cI probably shouldn\u2019t tell you\u2026\u201d He whispers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

          \u201cTell me what?\u201d Michael whispers back, totally caught up in whatever his brother was about to tell him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

          \u201cWell, you see\u2026 It\u2019s about Santa Clause\u2026\u201d Jake drawled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

          Michaels eyes light up. \u201cWhat about him?\u201d Jake pauses, taking his time to answer his brother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

          \u201cHe\u2019s not real.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

          As soon as the words are out of Jakes mouth Michael shoots up. His face full of anger. \u201cHOW DARE YOU!!\u201d He bellows. \u201cWhy would you say such a thing?!??! Of course, Santa is real.\u201d Michaels eyes well with tears. How could Jake be so mean.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

          \u201cJake!\u201d Their mom shouts, as she hurries out of the kitchen. \u201cWhat did you do to your brother?\u201d She demands. Mom will fix this. She\u2019ll tell Jake he\u2019s wrong.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

          Jake adopts an innocent face. \u201cI was just telling him the truth about Santa.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

          His mothers face falls, and she looks like all of her rage has been sucked out of her. She turns to Michael with a regretful face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

          She gathers him up in her arms. \u201cI suppose you were going to find out sooner or later.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

          He looks at her, confused. What was going on?<\/em> He pushes out of her arms. \u201cWhat are you saying mom?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

          \u201cYour brother was telling the truth sweetie. Santa doesn\u2019t exist.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Current time,<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael straightens. They were both liars. And he was about to prove it. For the first time ever, he was going to give the world proof that Santa existed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

          He continues on, following the map an elf had given him. He believed she was an elf anyway. She had pointy shoes and ears and wore a Christmas hat. She had told him that this map would lead him to Santa\u2019s workshop. And he was getting close.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

          He pauses to take a deep breath as he looks at the hill in front of him. All he had to do was reach the top, the truth was so close.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

          His heart stops as he crests the hill. he falls to his knees. Disbelief and grief overwhelming him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

          \u201cNOOOOO!\u201d He screams, his voice echoing in the emptiness. He beats his fist on the ground. \u201cNo, no, no, no.\u201d This couldn’t be right, they couldn’t be right. His eyes start to well with tears and pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

          But they were. His family had been right. All of them, his brother, his mother, his grandfather. They had all been telling the truth. His heart squeeze’s painfully. Tears start streaming down his face, he curls up into a ball rocking back and forth as sobs rack his body. He pulls at his hair as his heart beats faster. They had told the truth. Santa wasn\u2019t real. Christmas was all a lie.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The prompt was grief, and Christmas was coming up so… Yeah, I know, it’s kind of a weird story, but. \ud83e\udd37\ud83c\udffd\u200d\u2640\ufe0f<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’d also like to apologize right now for this post being all over, the place. I couldn’t settle on one thing so I decided to do them all! XD Which reminds me. If you have a something (Book, movie, cooking, etc.) that you would like me to do a post on, let me know!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Merry Christmas to all and a Happy New Year!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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