[stylist] Christmas story assignment try again

[Brenda]

good EveningEve

I see the isolation in this story/poem. I wonder how more noticeable it 
would be if the neighbors found her dead in her chair on christmas 
morning.  Would they even call 911?   Just using her name shows us how 
little the neighbors cared to know about her but maybe eliminate a few 
of the uses.  I look forward to further developments of this story/poem 
as isolation is a very important concept and, I like your approach.

As for the format, I was able to open your document in wordpad.  the 
copy Brad sent opened in Word 2010 but Window Eyes started acting 
funny.  Window Eyes reads Mrs. "M r s."  I wonder if there is a setting 
that needs to be changed to make it say Misses.

Brenda







On 12/9/2011 9:31 PM, Eve Sanchez wrote:
> Here it is I attached and pasted. Curious of what your guys' readers read
> 'Mrs'. Mine says letter by letter rather than the word that sounds like
> Missus. Drives me nuts. Is it just my crappy stuff or do they all do this?
> Eve
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> Christmas Spirit
>
> by Eve Sanchez
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> The neighbors all agreed that Mrs Haderly had the most Christmas spirit of
> all of them. They often said she was an inspiration during the holidays.
> Mrs Haderly had to be in her eighties and she lived alone. Every year Mrs
> Haderly opened up her garage and took out her rickety wooden ladder. With
> many impressed on lookers Mrs Haderly would climb up and down that ladder
> hanging lights and moving the ladder along as she went.
>
> The neighbors were impressed when they saw Mrs Haderly pull into her
> drive-way every year with a fresh cut tree that was purchased at the local
> charity tree lot strapped to the roof of her car. Many neighbors watched
> with wonder as Mrs Haderly cut the twine holding the tree in place so that
> it fell to the ground. Mrs Haderly would then drag that tree into her house
> and set it up near the front window for all to see. Mrs Haderly used her
> antique Christmas tree stand that caused the tree to lean to one side, but
> this did not bother her. Mrs Haderly would be seen stringing lights around
> the tree before carefully hanging the most beautiful glass ornaments you
> would ever see.
>
> Mrs Haderly would wrap the posts of her porch with garlands and holly. A
> wreath of green and gold with silver bells would hang from Mrs Haderly's
> door to greet visitors. Mrs Haderly would always bake small fruit cakes for
> the mail man and the paper boy. Mrs Haderly would wrap these loaves with
> foil and ribbon. The neighbors saw her leaving these in the boxes and smile
> at Mrs Haderly's generosity.
>
> When walking by Mrs Haderly's house, Christmas classics sung by Bing
> Crosby, Burl Ives, and Nat King Cole could be heard playing. The neighbors
> would smile at Mrs Haderly's Christmas spirit. "She's an inspiration to all
> of us." they would say. In the front yard, to go with the carols being
> played was a plastic trio of carolers that Mrs Haderly had placed out every
> year since 1968. It would stay there until the end of the holiday season
> when Mrs Haderly would take down the Christmas lights.
>
> The neighbors were impressed by Mrs Haderly and her devotion to Christmas.
> Every night Mrs Haderly would turn on the outside lights as well as the
> twinkling lights of her Christmas tree. Mrs Haderly would then sit down in
> her recliner admiring the beauty of her tree topped with a porcelain and
> satin angel with feathery wings. As Christmas approached and the nights got
> chillier, Mrs Haderly still ventured out to turn on her Christmas lights
> and inspired the neighbors with her spirit.
>
> On Christmas Eve Mrs Haderly would bake cookies of many types. When evening
> came she would take the prettiest of these cookies and place them on a
> plate with a golden ribbon trimming it's scalloped edge. Mrs Haderly would
> place these cookies on a small table next to her recliner facing the tree.
> Mrs Haderly would sit and look at the tree with the colored lights and the
> ornaments from years past and fall asleep.
>
> On Christmas morning the tree would be the first thing Mrs Haderly would
> see when she woke. The neighbors would be coming and going outside and
> seeing Mrs Haderly's lights still on, they would smile about her Christmas
> spirit. "Mrs Haderly is an inspiration to us all." they would say. Inside,
> sitting alone in her recliner, looking at her decorated tree, Mrs Haderly
> would silently cry.
>
>
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