Christmas Tales

By Storm Cloud Publishing

A Christmas themed collection of short stories for kids 8-12 years. There's fun and adventure, and sharing with friends. There are animals, elves and reindeer, and a look into the past with legends and possibilities - and even an appearance or two from Santa. A fun collection where you may just find your new favourite writer.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Storm Cloud Publishing
• Release date: Nov 30, 2016
• ISBN: 9781925285185

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Christmas Tales

A collection of Christmas stories for kids 8 – 12 years

Christmas Tales

Copyright remains with the individual authors

Published by Storm Cloud Publishing (2016)

ISBN: 978-1-925285-18-5 Smashwords Edition

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Junior Fiction: A collection of short stories from writers all around the world.

Fun and adventure, Animals, History and legends, Christmas celebrations, Santa Claus, Elves and reindeer, Aliens, Family relationships, Friendships, Kindness and helping others, Stories in rhyme

Ages 8 – 12 years

Contents

Happy Catmas

Saint Nicholas and the Kidnapped Boy

Noah’s Magic Spark

The Christmas Wish Box

Are We There Yet?

Billy’s Christmas List

Mouse’s Christmas

Christmas Eve

About the authors

Storm Cloud books

Happy Catmas!

Sarah Cowan

The presents are wrapped, the stockings are hung

We’re waiting for Santa and the reindeer to come.

There’s chocolate money for you and for me

Even the cats have their own Xmas tree!

The pudding’s all ready, the drinks icy cold

The fridge is humming, and the rumballs are rolled.

Everyone’s happy it’s holiday time

The mozzies are buzzing, the weather’s just fine.

Mum made burgers; there are sausages too

For our Xmas Eve BBQ!

Streamers and fairy lights, lollies and chips

And all those yummy Xmas bits.

We carried out plates and buttered bread

And we set it all out in the BBQ shed.

Mum was so handy with flipper and tongs

While we all sat around singing Xmas songs.

As we laughed and ate, the wind blew up

Scattering tablecloth, kittens and cups.

Then came the rain through our leaky hut...

Then we heard the back door slam shut!

Mum said, Stay here and don’t go out.

And she ran round to break back into the house.

She tried every window and tinsel hung door

But she couldn’t get in, no, not any more!

Mum tried and tried with all her might

But the house was locked up, good and tight.

Us two little sisters were cold and afraid

But because it was Xmas, we tried to be brave.

We huddled round the barbie till it ran out of puff

Then we told Xmas stories, sang songs and stuff.

The darkness was so dark, the wind was screaming

The trees bent over, the rain was teeming!

And then one by one, the kittens and cats

Came piling around us on shoulders and laps.

Their warm, furry bodies covered cold arms and legs

Until we were cosier than in our own beds!

We slept deeply that night through the wind and the rain

We didn’t even hear when Santa Claus came!

When the locksmith came round we were still asleep

If Mum hadn’t woken us, we’d have slept for a week!

We shared Xmas breakfast with the cats and kittens

Even the ones who were old and flea-bitten.

Because that’s the best way we could think to thank it

Our living, breathing Xmas blanket!

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Saint Nicholas and the Kidnapped Boy

James Jesse

Georgios sat on the end of the dock. Water lapped at the wooden poles below his sandaled feet. The evening breeze blew off the sea, smacking salt in his face.

The fishing boats had all returned. The last load from the last boat was being lugged along the dock towards the town plaza.

Georgios, you should be home by now, the fishing boat captain said, turning his attention from his