Happy Christmas to all those who celebrate, and happy eighth night of Chanukah!
Welcome back to Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday, weekly Sunday hops where writers share 8–10 sentences from a book or WIP. The rules have now been relaxed to allow a few more sentences if merited, so long as they’re clearly indicated, to avoid the creative punctuation many of us have used to stay within the limit.
This year, my Christmas-themed excerpts are coming from the currently-numbered tenth book of my Saga of the Sewards series, set during December 1943. I’ve done almost zero editing on any of these books since I converted their obsolete file formats, so any edits made will be as I’m preparing these posts.
Elaine’s new boyfriend Roger is a department store Santa, and Elaine is his assistant. In the last two snippets, Elaine’s cousins and stepcousins took their turns, and now the youngest members of the family are up, the 22-month-old quints. The first one on Santa’s lap is Amy, who was born third.
“What might you want, little girl?” Roger asked.
Mr. Seward lifted the other four quints on and off of Roger’s lap one by one. Andrew cried the entire time; Paula pulled on his beard and asked for a dollhouse; Susie squirmed as she asked for a toy phone; and then it was Peggy’s turn.
“What do you want?”
In the next moment, Peggy got a strange look in her eyes, and Roger’s eyes widened. Roger’s entire face was contorted into a grimace as he hoisted Peggy off of his lap and held her as far away from him as possible, revealing a big puddle underneath.
“I’m so sorry,” Bambi said. “Peggy’s been having a lot of accidents lately.”
The ten lines end there. A few more follow to finish the scene.
Mr. Seward shook his head. “Children should have no accidents by twenty-two months old. We need to have a long talk with Cynthia about why she hasn’t been working harder on toilet-training them, and why she didn’t start sooner. I’m sorry my nanny’s negligence caused you to be disgraced in public, Wilkes.”
The elf who’d gotten Roger fired came storming up. “I would go to the boss and get you fired again, Wilkes, but he doesn’t believe a word out of my mouth now that you made him think I’m crazy! Thanks a lot for saving your own skin at the expense of my reputation! Now everyone we work with thinks I’m an insane, jealous little person who made up a scandalous story about you because I’m jealous of you for your height and good looks, and because I’m not tall enough to play Santa!” The elf gave him the finger before storming away.