I’m short a post today because of a bum hand, but that is great for everyone here. Instead of my usual drool, I would like you to read a young boy’s drool. Erik, from ThisKidReviewsBooks, wrote an entry for Susanna Leonard Hill’s Third Annual Holiday Writing Contest. His story is titled Code Name: Kringle.
CODE NAME: KRINGLE
Although the Christmas Eve air was frozen, a bead of sweat ran down the side of the pilot’s face. He delivered the package and slipped away, or so he thought.
“I’m getting too old for this,” he muttered. The pilot glanced behind him. He could see the outline of the jet formation closing in on his craft. “They keep trying to catch me in the act. They’ll have to try harder than that!”
“Sir, the aircraft have a lock on our position. You can’t make the next drop,” said the officer in front of the computer.
“Unacceptable!” boomed the pilot. “We’ll make every scheduled drop. We lost the Shenyang J-11s over China and we’ll out-run these jets too.”
The craft’s controls felt heavy in the pilot’s hands. Every year theirtracking technology advanced greatly, but he had a dedicated team working day and night to make sure he stayed ahead. His missions depend on secrecy.
“Dash, tell Rudy to break formation. He can use his infrared beacon to distract those F-16s!”
“Roger that!” Dash barked.
“Sir, NORAD confirmed they are tracking us. We’re no longer a covert operation,” the officer worried.
“Contact our mole,” the pilot ordered. “She’ll feed NORAD false information. They’ll be chasing a flock of geese soon.”
The officer stuttered, “B-But, didn’t she –“
“Get run over by a reindeer?” The pilot interrupted. “Ha! That was just a cover. She faked her death to become our NORAD inside-agent.”
“I’m on it Sir,” said the officer as he typed an encrypted message.
The pilot watched a red light fly off to the South-West of his position. He smiled to himself when the F-16s followed. “Way to go Rudy! We’re going for our next drop. Get ready boys!”
“Sir, we just received a communication from Agent Grandma. She was successful. NORAD now has our current position somewhere over Indonesia,” the officer said with a grin that ran from pointy ear to pointy ear.
“Try to track me, will ya?!” Santa’s belly shook with laughter as he hollered with a twinkle in his eye. “HO HO HO! Maybe next year!”
HERE is the link, once more, please let Erik know how much you loved his story.
- My Entry in the Susanna Leonard Hill Holiday Writing Contest! (thiskidreviewsbooks.com)
- Santa to get military escort this Christmas, courtesy of NORAD (pbs.org)