In honor of Christmas, I have decided to let my youngest sister share her short story today. The story was written about the village Mom puts up every Christmas. Enjoy and have a very Merry Christmas!!
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It is the afternoon of Christmas Eve in the busy village of Moses Falls. To begin my little story, I must explain the curious origin of the name of the quaint little village.
You see, at the top of a very large hill is a huge boulder, and out of this rock, seemingly from nowhere, comes a small, clear, waterfall. Of course, at the moment the frozen waterfall is now a beautiful backdrop to a large ice-skating rink.
According to the story, the founders of the town came upon the little waterfall in a small clearing in the woods. They were at the top of the hill close to the waterfall, and it was very obvious that the source of the water was from the rock.
Moses Falls
As the story goes, some of the pioneer’s wives had been grumbling about the shortage of water and food on the journey. Upon seeing the water flowing down from the rock, the husband of the most vocal complainer turned to her and said,
“Well, looky thar! God done sent you a message to stop complainin’, or maybe you won’t be gettin’ to the promised land at’all.” Continue reading
Faith Blum 