Friday December 24th, 2010

The exercise:

Four lines of prose about: elves.

Santa`s or otherwise, it matters not to me.

Christmas is less than an hour away here, but to those living where it has already started: I hope Santa was kind to you :)


The workshop grows quiet, the tools are put away. Their work is finally done, at least for this day. They gather outside to wave Santa on his way as he lifts into the sky on his mighty red sleigh.

And at last, with satisfied smiles, it is time for the elves to hit the hay.


Greg said...

I hope Santa was kind to you too! I got a Kindle, after I promised to untie him and let the reindeer go :) I like your rhyming prose, you do that really well!
Santa stared at the workshop, it being empty of both Elves and toys. Then he heard sounds of laughter coming from the refectory and smelled roast meats. He let himself in. As he'd feared, the elves were laughing, drinking and eating... Roast reindeer.

summerfield said...

i agree with greg on your rhyming prose, marc; in fact i always get confused whenever you do that (which was quite frequently when i started here) and it took me quite a while to remember that it's prose on friday, poem on saturday. old people get confused too easily, you know.

marc, yours is so sweet and greg, yours was funny, and both projected contrasting pictures of the elves in my mind.


Mila, the daughter of the groundskeeper at the large house on our street, was a skinny, dark-skinned and plain-looking girl who was also painfully shy that everyone was surprised when word got on the street that she was pregnant and that Antonio was the father. Antonio was a handsome, fast-talking man, being the product of an American service man in Subic and the "laundry woman" at the little inn that the soldiers frequented when they leave the base for good time. People were divided as to what actually transpired between Antonio and Mila, with one group saying Mila, for all her shyness must've seduced Antonio beause no one else would pursue her, while the other group said Antonio must've fast-talked Mila and raped her because, really, who wants a handsome midget (yes, he's a midget) for a husband if you're tall and lanky like Mila.

So when people heard that Mila had given birth to twins, they asked Antonio what he was going to call his children, to which he replied with a mocking smile on his face, "Since you refer to me as an elf, I guess, my children are 'elves'?"

summerfield said...

ooops! i forgot.

merry Christmas and hope all your wishes come true. now, grandma here is off to do some cooking and cleaning; thankfully, the grands aren't coming here until boxing day. whew!

Heather said...

Marc- I quite imagine that is how it would really be.

Greg- Did you have to go there? No. But I'm glad you did.

Summerfield- I think you pushed the envelope of four sentences. I enjoyed the ending though.

A true, albeit slightly edited to stay within the bounds of four sentences, conversation with my son.
"Mom, I want to be one of Santa's elf but I don't know how old I have to be to do that."

"Hmmmmmm..... what a great idea! First let me ask you a question: do you like to work hard and play hard, eat a little and sleep a lot?"

"I like to do all those things except work hard but all that means is that I won't be Santa's best elf and that's okay with me!"

Marc said...

Greg - roast reindeer. Should have seen that coming :P

Summerfield - definitely pushing that four line limit, but I liked it anyway :D

Heather - that's too funny. Kids say the darndest things indeed :)

Zhongming said...

"Can I go visit the Santa Cruz out there?"

"No. You're supposed to stay here, in the hut!"

"I want, I want! Please mummy please..."

"I said no means no, it's just too cold for us to get outside."

Marc said...

Zhongming - aw, poor kid.