350 words or less about a wacky weather holiday experience. Here's my take, hitting the word count right on the nose (whew!):
The Rumbledy, Jumbledy Holiday Feast
The last week of school before winter vacation
It wiggled and wobbled and trembled and quivered!
Miss Chipper’s class planned a unique celebration.
“C’mon,” said Miss Chipper. “With your help, I bet -
we’ll make this a party we'll never forget!”
Ricardo piped up from the very last row,
“Why don’t we watch Rudolph and sing about snow?”
“Or maybe make gingerbread houses,” said Lee.
and string up some popcorn to hang on the tree.”
“But those are the same things we do every year.
There’s nothing unique about that!” said Jahir.
“I got it!” cried Rachel. “Why don’t we include
“our family’s traditional holiday foods?”
“Super-fantabulous!” Miss Chipper sang.
“Our first international winter shebang!”
The next several days all the children were busy –
They fried, fricasseed and sautéed themselves dizzy!
At last the day came; they set up their displays
with casseroles, baskets, and platters and trays.
“Bravo!” said Miss Chipper. “This feast looks delicious!
Now tell me about all these wonderful dishes!”
Imani presented a round flattened bread.
“We call it Chapati in Kenya,” she said.
Jose brought pasteles, a savory pastry -
In warm Puerto Rico, considered quite tasty.
Mei-Lin made some dumplings to bring New Year’s luck
prepared with fresh chickens she helped her mom pluck.
When all had presented, they lined up to eat,
but just then a tremor rose up from their feet.
The ground shook and shifted; it shimmied and shivered.
Miss Chipper was heard above all of the shaking:
“Take cover, my dears, ‘til the classroom stops quaking!”
The chairs began sliding, colliding, and bumping!
On top of the table the dumplings were jumping!
The rice balls were bouncing; they fell to the floor.
They whizzed passed the children then flew out the door.
Latkes were launched in an eastward direction;
They toppled a chocolaty Belgian confection!
A baklava rocket whooshed into the air,
then landed in Annabel Sanderson’s hair.
At last it was over; they rose to their feet.
The table still held plenty goodies to eat.
“Wahoo!” said Miss Chipper. “Time to dig in.Let the rumbledy jumbledy feasting begin!”