Finish the Story, Dec #6

The Christmas Goose

The year had been a whirlwind of events for Helen and James. First they were married in January, fell in love with three wonderful children who needed a home and adopted them in May, Helen became a professional artist after giving her first solo gallery opening in August, and James was offered his dream position as Dean of Astrophysics in September, and by October the family had relocated to the small town of Warming River.

It was their first Christmas together as a family and Helen was determined to make it a memorable one. She had always wanted a large home where she could host a Dickens-type Christmas. Every inch of their home was decorated and much of November had been spent collecting family recipes and reading old Victorian cookbooks. She wanted to combine Victorian Christmas with new Dugan family traditions and create something new. 

All the recipes called for a Christmas goose. There were no grocery stores that sold geese near her, and she was not going to substitute a turkey or ham for their first Christmas. She did the next best thing – she bought a goose in mid-November that she would take to the butcher a few days before Christmas. 

Or so she thought.

As soon as Emily, Declan, and Gracie stepped off the school bus and saw the goose in the backyard, they screamed and …


Oh, who to pick on today to tell what they did…I am going to challenge Lana over at Welcome to Our Campfire to give us the next section. I know she has a great storyteller in there just dying to come out 🙂

Rules

  1. Copy the story as it appears when you receive it (and the rules please)
  2. Add somehow to the story in which ever style and length you choose
  3. Be sure to pingback or comment on the original post please. Please use the tag THWFTS.
  4. Tag only 1 person to continue the story
  5. Have fun!
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3 thoughts on “Finish the Story, Dec #6

      1. My uncle had those too, but his were more interested in whatever food was going. I don’t think he has anything now as he has to be in his 90s and his mobility and health isn’t very good. Neither is my Aunt’s and she used to keep a cow.

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