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The Ghosts of Christmas Eve


By: Gianna Guimaraes & Payton Lee

The Ghosts of Christmas Eve

        It was 6:30 pm, December 24, 2017, in Central City, Missouri. It was snowing outside the West household. It may have been cold and freezing outside, but that didn’t ruin the Wests’ mood. It was Christmas Eve and everything was perfect. Or so they thought.

Iris and her family were in the comforts of their home. They were as cheerful as St.  Nick. They were baking Christmas cookies for their annual Christmas party. 

“Iris, pass the flour,” Iris’s mom, Francis said.

“Sure thing mom,” Iris replied. 

Francis was making the dough for the cookies with the help of Wally, Iris’s younger brother. While Iris and her father, Joe, were shaping the cookies into little reindeers, candy canes, and snowflakes. They were making their favorite types of cookies: chocolate chip and snickerdoodles. 

Iris, instead of handing the flour to her mom, threw it. Iris thought it was sealed tight, but it wasn’t. The flour opened midair and the contents flew all over the room sticking to anything it touched. The flour turned everything icy white. 

“Hahahaha!” Francis laughed. “Now it’s like it snowed in here. It’s perfect for Christmas”

Joe, Iris, and Wally joined Francis in laughing. It was turning out to be a very jolly night, or was it?


“It’s getting a little chilly in here,” Joe noticed. “I’m going to go turn on the heat.”

“Ok,” Francis replied.

Joe walked out of the kitchen and into the living room to find the thermostat.. “Wow! It really is freezing in here. Oh, golly! It’s already 80 degrees fahrenheit in here. How is that possible? Oh well. I’m already shaking. Might as well turn up the heat.”Joe walked back into the kitchen not realizing why it was so cold. Maybe it was better that he didn’t know. But, he would find out.


Smiling, Joe came back into the kitchen to finish making the cookies, but his family was already putting the cookies into the oven.

“Well, we’re almost done, Dad,” said Wally.

“Looks that way doesn’t it,” Joe answered a little bummed that he hadn’t got to shape any of the cookies. “I never get to do anything!” Joe exclaimed.

“Don’t be silly. You helped me make the cookies.” Francis said

“Yeah, I guess. I’ll just help you put the cookies in the oven.”Joe replied picking up a tray of cookies.

Just as he closed the oven the lights flickered. “That’s odd. We just replaced the lightbulbs.”

“That is a little weird,” Iris agreed.

Right after she said that, they all hear a Ding-Dong as the doorbell rings.


“I’ll get that,” Francis offered.

“Ok,” Wally said.

Francis walked down the hall and into the entryway leaving her family behind in the kitchen happily talking about the Christmas cookies. Francis tried looking out the peephole, but remembered it was covered by a big wreath. 

“Hello,” Francis said happily as she opened the door. After she saw who was behind it, she gasped.




Joe and his children were sitting and talking in the kitchen when they heard Francis yell,” Joe! Joe! Joooooe!”

“We better got see what your mom wants,” Joe told his children. They all walked into the entryway and stopped, petrified. Wally opened his mouth over and over again, but no sound came out. Iris managed to say one thing,”G-G-Gh-GHOSTS!!!!!”





The branches snapped against the windows. The wind whispered. 

“Wh-wh-what is g-going on?” Joe stammered. “I’m starting to feel a little blue.”

The ghost in the front spoke up,“We know that you think we’re scary and that we’re going to harm you. But, we just wanted to sing for you. We’re carolers. We didn’t mean to scare you or ruin your night. We just wanted to sing you a nice song.”

“I don’t get it,” Joe wondered aloud,” How are you even here? Ghosts can’t be here.”

“We can only come back one day every year. That happens to be Christmas Eve. We want to do what we love and do best: sing.”

“Wait a second, you guys only came here to sing us a song?” Iris asked.

“Yes,” All the ghosts replied.

“Well, then go ahead,” Francis said.





“Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Prospero año y Felicidad.


Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Prospero año y Felicidad.


I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas

I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas

I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas

From the bottom of my heart”


The West family clapped and clapped when the ghosts were done singing. 

“That was so beautiful,” Francis exclaimed.

“That was pretty good,” Joe admitted.

“Thank you,” The Ghosts said. “We also thank you for not running away  and

letting us sing to you all. Everyone always runs away and we never get to sing. This was the best year ever!” 

With that, the ghosts all disappeared with big smiles on their faces.




“Well, that was not how I expected our night to go,” Wally said.

“Definitely not,” Iris agreed. “But, it was the best night ever.”

“It was,” Francis said. “That must have been why it was so cold in here and why the lights were flickering,” she realized. “It all makes sense now.”

“Now that you mention it, I’m really hot now,” Joe said as he got up to turn down the heat.


Beep, beep, beep the oven went. 

“Yeah! Now we can decorate the cookies!” Iris shouted. They all rushed to the kitchen.




It turned out to be the best day ever for the West family. None of them would have changed a thing. Now they just cheerfully decorate the cookies for tomorrow. This was a night they would never forget.


THE END