Archive for December, 2009

Conclusion of Three Girls and MC II

Thursday, December 24th, 2009



          The “Three Girls,” Connor, Kenna, and Hannah sat on the edge of the bed with their heads in their hands; dejected, and lost.  They had worked so hard for weeks, had a pile of Christmas gifts to deliver, and no one to help them.

          “This is Christmas Eve, and I don’t see what we can do,” said Hannah.

          “ I so wanted to see their faces when we brought them a gift on Christmas Eve,” said Kenna.  “It’s already getting late.”

          Suddenly Connor jumped up and with an excited squeal said, “I know.  We will go see MC II; the old magic carpet in the attic.”

          With a rush all three raced up the attic steps and flipped on the light, and found MC II rolled up, leaning against the wall. 

          “Hurry, lets get him unrolled and see if he will help us.”

          “What!  Who is it?  Oh, it’s you three girls again.  What do you want now,” MC II, the magic carpet said.

          The girls explained what they needed.

          “Young ladies I am getting old and tattered.  I am not sure I can do all that.  See that tear?  And the worn hole here in my body. I don’t know about that,” the magic carpet grumbled.

          “You just lie there MC, I am going to dads shop and I will be back quick with a roll of duck tape and we will fix you up like new,” said Connor.

          They duck taped him all over in spite of his grumbling.  “There,” said Connor,
” I bet you can fly now.”

          MC fluttered, finally rose a few feet off the floor and fell back with a thud.  “Well I could carry you three girls, but I don’t think I can lift a load of gifts,” said the magic carpet.

          “OK, MC, take us to Mrs. Diane Yarbrough’s house out county road 288.  She can repair anything from China dolls to magic carpets.  She will have you repaired and flying like new in little or no time,” said the three girls.

          They fley along, hardly above the treetops, to the Yarbrough’s just as the sun was about gone from Christmas Eve.  Mrs. Diane invited them in and heard their problem. 

          She said, “John you get these girls a treat while I sew this old rug’s tattered tail, and repair the worn spots.  We will have him flying again soon.”

          With a hearty laugh MC II lifted the girls up easily, made a couple of swoops around the Yarbrough house and yelled “Thanks Mrs. Diane. I feel great.”

          They soon had all the gifts loaded on the magic carpet and away they flew to the first delivery.  What a thrill it was to see the joy in the face of “Old Man Smith” as the girls handed him a Christmas gift.  And Mrs. Jones, the next stop, was so excited she forgot to say thank you.  Away they flew and soon all the gifts were delivered.

          The girls were excited at having completed their project successfully they burst into song, “O Little Town Of Bethlehem.”   On the flight back to their home, they looked down on their “Little Town” and marveled at how pretty it glistened in the frosty air with   Christmas lights.

          “Hey, look at that,” said Kenna.  “There is a car stalled on the side of the road.  The hood is up and steam is swirling around.” 

          A mile or so further on they saw a young couple briskly walking along the road.  They were unusually dressed in full flowing, brightly colored cloths that were draped around their bodies and over their heads.  They looked for all the world like “Mary and Joseph.” 

          MC flew down and stopped with a screech at their side.  The girls asked if they had trouble and did they need any help.

          “Our car could go no further, and we are supposed to be in the Church play tonight.  Could you get us there?”   

          “Hop on and hold tightly,” said MC II.  “I think I can handle the weight if you all will sing some more.”

          On the way to Church, they sang, Oh Holy Night, and Silent Night, and Away in the Manger, and all the lovely Christmas songs.  Even MC joined in, singing with a hearty bass.

          Flying home, MC made a grand fly-over of down town Main Street, singing out with three silvery voices and one deep bass, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all good night.”



Further Adventures of “Three Girls and MC II”

Friday, December 18th, 2009




            The days of the week just flew by for the ‘Three Girls,’ Connor, Kenna, and Hannah.  They were busy baking cookies, making pecan pralines, and sewing aprons and hot pads. These were to be their gift packages they were making to give as Christmas gifts to older folks and those unable to get out easily.

          Well, that is what they were trying to do.  Connor’s first try at making a hot pad from terry cloth was frustrating.  She broke the needle on the sewing machine.  Then the bobbin ran out of thread.  However with a little help from Mom, she was sewing pot pads like a pro.  The making of aprons came more easily.  And the brightly colored fabric was fun to sew.

            Kenna had enjoyed laughing with Connor about her problems.  The laughter soon faded when she burned her first batch of pecan pralines.  The girls all pitched in and helped fan the smoke from the kitchen. The next pan of pralines was a little better– just scorched.  Soon she had the cooking of pecan pralines reduced to a science.

           Hannah’s making cookies went well.  She burned a few batches of ginger bread men until she discovered the correct timing needed to cook them.  Making the icing for the cute little men was another problem. Under cooking the icing made it runny, Hannah soon learned— and over cooking changed the taste.  “And you can use too much cake coloring in the icing and make a mess,”  Hannah discovered. 

            “Look at all the stuff we have cooked,” Kenna said. 

            “And I have a pile of sewing completed,” said Connor.

            “What are we going to do now that all the kitchen space is covered with cookies, candy, and sewing?”

            “We have to find some way of packaging out gifts.”

            “I know,” said Connor, “We can get a bunch of paper grocery sacks from Parkers Food Store and make neat little gift packages.  We can use some of last years Christmas cards to decorate the bags.”  Mr. Parker was pleased to share some sacks with the “Three Girls’ when he learned what they planned to do with them.  So they carefully cut the brightly colored cards into shapes of hearts, circles, squares, and ovals and glued them to the grocery sacks. A little red and green ribbon made the packages festive.

            “Now,” said Connor, “That is a pretty stack of gifts we have scattered all over moms kitchen.  I wonder how many we have made?”  Eagerly they counted the packages. To their surprise they found 18 grocery sacks of Christmas gifts.  “Wait,” shouted Hannah, “Here are three more I had put on top of the refrigerator.”

            “Oh no,” exclaimed Connor.  “How are we going to deliver all these Christmas gifts?  Dad is on duty Christmas Eve and Mom is busy with a church meeting.”

            The girls sat on the edge of the bed in silent thought—how can we deliver all these packages we have worked so hard to make?


To be continued. 

Adventures of Three Sisters and MC II

Wednesday, December 9th, 2009


 The three girls were all excited about the coming Christmas Holidays.  With Christmas carol music in the air, and all the windows decorated brightly, and TV advertisements showing off all kinds of things kids want only heightened the pleasure of the season.  Each day new advertisements came in the mail filled with pictures of pretty clothes and toys three young sisters could hardly live without.  Connor, Kenna, and Hannah were busy making lists for “Santa” so he would know what they wanted.   They made long lists of clothes and toys they wanted and really needed, only to erase some items, cross out others, and then add new ones.  The lists were

growing longer daily.

          Then one day Connor got to thinking about Christmas.  “Hey, sisters, do you get the feeling these “lists for Santa,” might not be the real spirit of Christmas? That maybe there is more to this Holiday than “getting?”

“Well, now that you mention it, Kenna and I were just thinking about that very thing this morning,” said Hannah.

“But what can we do?” asked Cindy.

Then in unison they said to each other, “I know, we will do the giving!”  

“But what can we give?  What do we have that we could share with others?” they asked each other. 

“We could bake cookies,” Hannah said.

“And I know how to make pecan pralines, and muffins,” said Kenna.

“I bet mother will let me use her sewing machine!  I can make hot pads, cup towels, and aprons,” said Connor.

          In their excitement they forgot about making “Lists for Santa,” and started making lists of materials and groceries they would need for making gifts to give.  In their excitement they thought of other things to make.  They could make special decorated tree ornaments. “And we could write poems, and short stories of Christmas, and draw pictures of baby Jesus,” they said.

Sleep came slowly that night.  The thought of really doing something for someone else filled their heads with joy.  Christmas Joy.  Just as they were drifting off to sleep, Connor sat up in bed and said, “And we could make gift cards to give of our time to help clean house, wash windows, and any task that they might need done.”

“Hey, Connor, that is a good idea.  I bet most folks would find that helpful,” said Kenna.  “Now will you let us get some sleep before we have to get up and go to school,” said Hannah.

To be continued.