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Monica Wood Monica Wood is an author that was born in 1950. She grew up in Mexico, Maine. A book of hers that she wrote is Ernie’s Ark. She works just about everyday in her studio. The studio was built by her husband. Monica Wood loves music and actually was a singer for several years. She sang in one of the local bars in her town. Monica also has an interest in birds an loves to watch birds to pass the time. Another interest of hers is reading books. Ever since she was a kid she read when she was bored and took a book everywhere she went. She came from an Irish Catholic family and they were paper mill workers. Her father came from Prince Edward’s Island, Canada. She also has a husband and his name is Daniel Wood. I chose Monica Wood because I am reading Ernie’s Ark and wanted to know a little bit more about her.

Alex Briggs

Fictional Christmas Story

I was 7 years old and I just couldn’t wait for Christmas to come. With a week left, Christmas was the only thing I could look forward to. Snow was floating lightly through the frosty air and the only smell was the smell of Christmas cheer drowning me in happiness. Jimmy Francis from down the block says that there is no Santa Clause, and that the CIA made him up so they could trick us into being good. I would say that I don’t believe in Santa because all the cool kids didn’t believe in Santa. But deep down, I actually really believe that there is a Santa Clause, and I have proof. When I left him cookies and milk last year on Christmas Eve, they were gone the next day. So take that Jimmy Francis. I’m not sure if my dog just jumped up on the counter and ate though. This year I’m going to get proof, real proof, not just the simple milk and cookies trick. This Christmas is going to be the best Christmas my mom would always say every year. But it was always true. She also said that she has never seen a kid get more excited about Christmas more than me. Which was true again. I would get so excited, that I would beg my mom to get the Christmas tree out of the basement so I could decorate it 2 weeks before Thanksgiving. The cat loves Christmas too so he can climb on the Christmas tree and knock everything off. Or they would eat at the wrapping paper on our presents, which of course I didn’t mind. This year all my relatives came to my house this time. We had everything to eat from plain old pretzels to a roasted chicken. All the adults would sit at the big table which has been my dream since I was four. But instead I had to sit at the little kids table with my older brothers and my only cousin that was still young enough to sit there. Like usual, after the dinner, my dad never fails to fall asleep on the couch. Now with everyone packing up to head out, I couldn’t wait for Christmas tomorrow. And like every Christmas Eve, I couldn’t wait for the one present I am allowed to open the night before Christmas. It was time to open up my present on the night of Christmas Eve. I picked a present from under the Christmas tree and opened it up. It was a camera that holds 25 pictures on each film. I knew right off that I would use the camera to take a picture of santa. My brothers were disappointed that they wasted their one and only Christmas Eve presents on sweaters made by grandma with their names on the chest. “That way if they lose it, someone will give it back to them” grandma always said. Now it was 8:00 at night and I got out of my bed to go into the living room with my camera. Now I’m set behind the couch anxious and waiting. With It being an hour after my bed time I started to get drowsy. I dozed off and then I woke up and it was 3:00 in the morning and their were more presents under the Christmas tree. I went back to my room disappointed but determined to find proof that Santa exists next year.

Alex Briggs