GINGERBREAD HOUSES HAVE MAGIC
By Debbie
250 Words
It’s the last day of school before Christmas break.
Everyone in my class is talking,
laughing…
If only I had someone to build my
gingerbread house with.
I don’t really have friends but I’m sort of
used to it.
Ms. Wilkinson helps me glue graham
crackers together.
“Gingerbread houses have magic,” she
says.
If you leave them out, elves may
visit.”
I laugh, but I wonder if she’s
right.
I work hard on my house.
Licorice and fruit rings for the
roof.
Candy canes for a heart door.
After school, I want to show my mom,
but she isn’t home,
so I set it on the porch.
I watch out the window a long time,
but nothing happens,
so I go to bed.
In the middle of the night, I wake
up and look outside.
My house is gone!
I step out to investigate.
My breath blows a white cloud.
It’s quiet.
Across the street, I see a light in
the woods.
I walk closer.
No way. My house! Big enough for ME
to fit inside!
I open the heart-shaped candy cane
door.
“Welcome!” says a sparkly elf.
She gives me a hug.
“Have some hot chocolate,” says
another.
“Is this real?” I ask.
“Just for tonight. But you get one
Christmas wish before you go.”
All night, the elves tell me
stories.
I laugh, sip cocoa, and think about
my wish.
Before I leave, I finally decide:
“I wish I could feel this way always
- like I belong.”