15Aug
2017
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The Little Ornament that Could

Once, in the oldest Christmas tree in America, there was a happy little family of ornaments. They were made with striking colors, like gold and red and green. They were covered in the shiniest of glitter. The ornaments were hung at the very top of the tree, right next to the star that twinkled so brightly. They were happy to live in such a beautiful evergreen home.

The father ornament was round and bold; green with a wide gold band around his middle. The mother ornament was shiny and red. Like the father, she had a gold band around her waist. The sister ornament was all gold with glitter that gleamed like the North Star. The littlest ornament, however, was very plain. He was green. He had no gold band, like his father and mother. He had no glitter, like his older sister. He was very plain, plain, plain, and he thought that this was all that he would ever be.

On Christmas Eve, the family of ornaments was silently watching the children playing in the snow and drinking hot chocolate. Then, the children threw a snowball, and it went straight through an open window and hit the Christmas Tree! The littlest ornament went toppling down, branch after branch, all the way down until it hit the ground with a ‘Thump!’ Luckily, he didn’t break, but he was still on the ground, and Santa would be coming in only seven hours for his yearly tree inspection. The winner would get a special little ornament as an addition to the tree. They never won, but this year, the ornaments intended to.

“Help! Help!” cried the poor little ornament that was lying on the ground.

“Oh! My baby… My little baby ornament!” said mother ornament as she tried to leap off of the tree.

“You will have to come up here yourself,” said father ornament without any hint of worry in his voice.

“Okay, I’ll try,” whimpered the littlest ornament. He got up from his side and tried to hop on a branch. It was too tall for him. The littlest ornament scooted a present under the tree, and then hopped on top of it. “I can reach now,” exclaimed the ornament. He managed to pull himself on the lowest branch of the Christmas tree. It was then 5:00, seven more hours until Santa would arrive. The children were gathered around the fire, roasting marshmallows and singing the most beautiful carols with their parents.

The littlest ornament crawled up to the third branch, and by then, he was already tired out. He huffed and puffed. The little ornament knew his family wanted to win Santa’s contest, and he knew how lonely Christmas would be without his family, so he said to himself; “I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can!” and with that, the little ornament was already up to the seventh branch of the tree. “I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can!” And up went the little ornament to the twelfth branch of the tree. It was 7:00 and Santa would be there in five hours. The children were already fast asleep with sweet dreams of presents and candy.

An hour went by, and the little ornament kept singing his song, but this time, he changed the song a little. “I KNOW I can, I KNOW I can, I KNOW I can!” He was already ten branches away from the top of the Christmas tree, and he could just see himself proudly welcoming the newest, most beautiful ornament that there ever was. Yes, that is where the little ornament wanted to be. Off he went, singing his song, for four hours, “I know I can, I know I can, I know I can,” and the little ornament was inches away from his family when the clock was one minute away from 12:00. The little ornament only had a single minute to climb to his family before Santa arrived through the chimney.

“I know I can… I know I can… I KNOW I CAN!” The little ornament was at the top of the tree!

“Hooray!” all of his family yelled just as they heard a clip-pity clop on the roof. Santa was here.

The family of ornaments was very happy that Christmas because they had gained a new member of the ornament family. This family had won Santa’s contest thanks to the little ornament that could.

by Kaylie

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