ANOTHER #RWISA #CHRISTMAS TALE… #RRBC

RWISA ISLAND CHRISTMAS TALE 2019

{For those of you unfamiliar with our Annual RWISA CHRISTMAS TALE, this is a compilation of sentences provided by each author listed below, with characters from their books and the titles of their books linked to Amazon, strung together to create this crafty little tale.  We ask that you support each author by picking up a copy of their book.}

It’s that time of year again when RWISA Island comes alive with holiday spirit, décor, and a good story. We invite you to sit back, sip your beverage of choice and let us share our story with you.

Merry Christmas from RWISA

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In less time than it takes to blink your eye, Professor John Fioravanti whisked Nonnie Jules away from hanging the last wreath inside the RWISA Island Community Hall, to the breath-taking foyer of the newly opened Congressional Hall in Genesis City.

Reflections of Christmases past, Nonnie sighed. “Oh, what I could do in this space to transform it into a Christmas Winter Wonderland.”

“I’m sorry, Nonnie,” John began quietly, “Christmas has not been celebrated on Genesis in over 600 years.”

“Well, ‘tis time for some changes!  But first, you must get us back to our RWISA Christmas celebration.”

Njide is in Rome, far from home. She is looking out the window of her hostel at an empty street on Christmas day, wondering what her Pregnant Future holds. “This is nothing like Christmas at all.  At home, the streets would be buzzing by now.”  (And don’t forget, a goat would be slaughtered for feast!)

Christmas Eve stretched in front of D.L. Finn as she sat alone, praying for a man in a red suit to drop by to offer her the magic of Christmas. Unfortunately, entering her home, the Red Eyes In The Darkness belonged to a person who wanted her dead and the cold gun wrapped in her hand was the deadly gift she’d be forced to give.

Across town, Harriet Hodgson wrapped the gifts for her twin grandchildren carefully. “I’m their Santa, cheerleader, and protector ― a true member of The Grandma Force,” she said. “Grandmothers are a force for good, especially at holiday time.”

Brody clutched his younger brother’s hand as they stared out the window waiting for their Visitors to arrive.   Tom whispered into Big Ted’s frayed ear, “Mom’s nurse, Wendy Scott, promised that Mom would not only be coming home for Christmas, but forever, and that’s the only present I want this Christmas.”

Jennifer bounded down the stairs yelling, “Dad is taking us on a ski trip to Switzerland for Christmas.” Christiana glanced up at her daughter, then shot a look of surprise at her ex-husband, Michael. He quickly added, Peggy Hattendorf shared with me that you’ve always loved Gstaad, so I asked my travel advisor to make tentative holiday arrangements. Before you say no, she’s already booked a three-bedroom suite at the Gstaad Palace Hotel and contracted to have it professionally decorated for the holidays. Plus, I’ve arranged for private ski lessons as a surprise for our daughter.”

“An Alpine Christmas sounds amazing,” said Christiana in an appreciative tone.  More time for me to reflect upon The Son Of My Father.

First to arrive at the RWISA Island Community Hall for the Christmas party, Young was surprised to find his memoir series under the Christmas tree. Except for Initiation, Unbridled, Debauchery, Turpitude and Metanoia lay unwrapped below the festive pine.

Claire Winters hid a brown wrapped parcel under her coat and slipped into RWISA Hall. She had one goal, and that was to forever be rid of the Voodoo Destiny she’d mistakenly created. Thankful that Jan Sikes had made the suggestion, she slipped behind the glowing Christmas tree and tucked the parcel deep into the branches.

“Who are the two kids?” Madeline Penny quizzed, eyeing the recent arrivals with suspicion.

“That’s Vrable Tambor and his friend Lucy,” Beem Weeks explained. “Your story opens Strange Hwy and theirs closes it.”

Madeline considered the situation. “Why does their story get to have two characters invited to the RWISA Christmas party but mine only has one?”

Beem’s voice dipped low and conspiratorial. “Honestly, I only invited Vrable. But since Lucy is a real live angel—and this is Christmas—she just sort of invited herself. Can’t stop an angel from going where she wants.”

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, all that was stirring was Nonnie’s OPEN and SHUT mouth.  She wasn’t happy  AND THE MUSIC {still} PLAYED while DAYDREAM’S DAUGHTER wept, NIGHTMARE’S FRIEND sleighedIF ONLY THERE WAS MUSIC, she would not have been alarmed, and THE GOOD MOMMIES’ GUIDE would have held more charm.  During the holidays, SUGARCOATIN’ IS FOR CANDY & PACIFYIN’ IS FOR KIDS, and although you might not believe it, Nonnie wrote this last piece of crap – HO! HO! HO! Yes, she did!

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good ‘write.’

THE END

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  1. Great story! Happy New Year!

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  2. A creative and fun Christmas story. Wishing everyone on RWISA island, Happy New Year.

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  3. D.L. Finn, Author December 28, 2019 — 9:46 am

    That was fun and quite a tale! Thanks for putting it together:)

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  4. Beautiful, and wholesome! It is like the Spider’s net. Well done to the crafters! 😍

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  5. Excellent work, Jan & Nonnie! Very impressive story-weaving!

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  6. The RWISA Xmas story is great fun – thanks to all the contributors. Merry Xmas!

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  7. Love it! Happy New Year to all!

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