Wednesday, June 26, 2019

HERE WE COME A-CAROLING synopsis

LOGLINE

At Christmas, a young girl with stamps decides to be a citizen of the world.


PITCH

Until twelve-year-old Madison Clark can travel the world, she goes Christmas caroling through the postal mail. When the United States Post Office runs low on stamps, she borrows stamps from the neighbors to send her pen pal letters in time for Christmas. Then, on Christmas Day, she sings carols in her neighborhood, taking pictures for her next pen pal letters, determined to be a global citizen. 

SYNOPSIS

Madison Clark, 12, from San Francisco, loves to write pen pal letters, especially at Christmas. This year, she decides her pen pal club is going to sing the Christmas carol, “Here We Come A-Caroling,” simultaneously, regardless of our time zone. Despite her enthusiasm for letter writing, her mother is concerned that she studies for her upcoming World Studies test. Madison assures her mother that she will get a good grade on the test. She writes her Christmas pen pal letter and copies it seven times – once for each pen pal. Then she folds her Christmas notes three ways and slips them into their envelopes. Madison licks the envelopes shut and says asks her mother to take her to the post office for stamps if she studies for a half-an-hour straight for her test. The deadline to send the letters so that they arrive before Christmas is that night.

 

When Madison is sure she studied enough to get an “A” on her World Studies test—she hops in the car with her mother to go to United States Post Office and gets in line. Usually, the line only has a few people, but that day it extends all the way around the corner into the parking lot. By the time Madison reaches the front of the line, the post office worker slides out a sign that says: “CLOSED.” Mr. Green, the postal worker, tells her that they are out of stamps and to come back tomorrow. If her letters must go out today, he tells her to find some stamps somewhere and put the cards in the blue mailbox outside by six o’clock. She is so upset that she wants to sing “Here We Come A-Caroling” in protest. Madison runs home to collect stamps from her neighbors. She knocks on one door after another in the neighborhood, but no one answers. She cries on the curb and kicks the stones.  

 

Finally, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, a kind elderly couple in the neighborhood, stop to talk to Madison in their car when they see her crying. Mr. Thompson gives Madison the stamps that he bought at the post office earlier in the day. Then, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson rush Madison to the blue mailbox outside the post office, and Madison slips her seven envelopes into the mail slot as the postal worker collects the last letters for the day. On Christmas Day, Mrs. Clark accompanies Madison to each home in the neighborhood and takes pictures as her daughter sings “Here We Come A-Caroling.” No one sings louder with Madison than Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, who are thrilled their pictures will accompany her next pen pal letters. When Madison receives her return pen pal letters in January, she displays all new photos of her pen pals completing the singing challenge she suggested her in her Christmas letter. She places the photos beneath the glass on her bedroom desk, and her world grows bigger and bigger. Christmas has been celebrated a little bit more all around the world, just because Madison insisted on sending out her letters on time!


Copyright 2022 Jennifer Waters

Tuesday, June 25, 2019

The Wishbone Chair: The Story of a Place for One True Wish

If you need a place for one true wish, 
You need a chair to help with this.
A soft chair might do, or maybe it rocks.
You try a stiff chair, or one covered in socks.
A pillow can be used to put behind your back, 
Or a scarf can be thrown with a bit of knack.
The best thing to do is find a Wishbone Chair.
These are chairs for wishes, and they’re very rare.
Once you sit down, your shoulders are straight.
You wish, and then you must try to wait.
Wait until you can wait no more.
Then the wish takes hold into your core. 
You’re filled up with a magic swish, 
And you become your wildest wish.

Copyright 2019 Jennifer Waters

Monday, June 3, 2019

Icebreakers: The Story of a Baby Seal

Once there was a baby seal that wanted to make new friends. 
So he swam through the Arctic Ocean looking for seals to meet. 
Every time he found a new seal that was a potential friend, 
He broke the ice and popped his head through the ocean waves. 
By the time he made his way through the Arctic Ocean, 
He had more friends than any seal could imagine.
All because he wasn't afraid to break the ice. 

Copyright 2019 Jennifer Waters

Friday, May 3, 2019

Joey the Koala: The Story of an Australian Bear on Walkabout

Walkabout, walkabout, 
So many people talkabout
Walkabout all the time, 
But what are they talkin’ about?
I am Joey the Koala, 
And I know how to walkabout.
You put your left foot forward,
And your right foot will follow,
You do this on days
When the world seems hollow.
You can’t stay stuck.
You can’t stay still.
You have to keep movin’
And that’s the drill. 
If you see me walkin’,
And I can’t stop to speak,
You’ll have to forgive me
And turn the other cheek,
Because I’m not just talkin’
About what my life will be.
I’m into walkin’ into great things,
And that’s all up to me.

Copyright 2019 Jennifer Waters

Tuesday, April 9, 2019

Origami: The Story of Paper Cranes That Come to Life

If I were to live for a thousand years, 

I’d be a paper crane without any fears,

But since it’s hard to live that long in strength, 

I’d wish for something more with a shorter length. 

I’d fold one thousand cranes and wish for true love. 

Paper cranes would become like a beautiful dove,

With happiness and fortune, almost like spring.

I’d be a queen and marry a majestic king.

 

Copyright 2019 Jennifer Waters

 

Saturday, March 2, 2019

Pumpernickel: The Story of a Girl with Freckles

“Pumpernickel doesn’t have a dime to her name!” called her father, poking fun at her namesake. “She clearly only has a nickel, not a penny or a quarter. But if I had a nickel for every freckle she has . . .”

Ever since she was first born, eight-year-old Pumpernickel had more freckles than spots on a Dalmatian. Her nose and cheeks were full of tiny curious dots the color of sweet rye bread. 

“What if I started to grow more freckles?” Pumpernickel wondered. “Then, I’d have even more nickels.”

“It doesn’t really work that way, honey,” Pumpernickel’s mom said. “Freckles and money are not related.”

“Well, they might be if I had my picture on a cereal box,” Pumpernickel dreamed. “If a famous photographer saw how darn cute I am, then the whole world just might want to give me nickels for my freckles. I’m cuter than President Thomas Jefferson on nickels, and our house is cozier than Monticello.”

Pumpernickel held up the Puffs Cereal box, pointing out the adorable smiling girl with braids featured on it.

“Don’t look too closely, but there’s a contest on that cereal box to have your picture featured on it for a whole month,” her father said, rolling his eyes and biting his lip. “You’d probably never want to enter that!”

“Enter that! I’m going to win it,” Pumpernickel cheered, running to get the family camera.

She promptly smiled as big as she could, and her dad snapped pictures of Pumpernickel one after the other.

“We’ll put these photos in the mail tomorrow after I get them developed,” her father promised. 

“Try not to get your hopes up,” Pumpernickel’s mom warned her. “Contests are so fickle.”

“I’ll forget about it for now,” Pumpernickel said with a disappointed look on her face. “I’m probably not cute enough to be on a cereal box, but it sure would be nice for someone to notice me . . .”

Months later, when Pumpernickel had almost despaired at being featured on the Puffs Cereal box, she was wandering through the grocery store with her mom. For weeks, she had been lamenting not hearing a word from the Puffs Cereal contest. Then, as she reached for her favorite cereal, she noticed a familiar face.

“It’s me!” she cried. “I made it to the big time! The nickels are going to start rolling in now!”

Pumpernickel’s mom stared in disbelief at the cereal box. “I’m going to tell your father to open a bank account just for you when I get home. It can pay your college tuition. You’re not wasting your nickels.”

“But mom . . . I think I’m going to be an actress,” Pumpernickel insisted, running through the store, handing out Puffs Cereal to the customers in the aisles and in the cash register lines. “This is just the beginning!” 


Copyright 2019 Jennifer Waters

Sunday, February 10, 2019

Snowball Fight: The Story of a Winter Storm

I don’t mean to seem like a know-it-all, 
But remember not to fight with a snowball.
If you find yourself in a strange predicament, 
Like in a winter storm that seems so innocent, 
It might not be innocent in the least, 
Growing until it becomes a beast. 
A snowball can build ‘till it overtakes you. 
It might be something that surely quakes you. 
So much better to stay inside by the fire, 
And never to get into straits that are dire. 
A snowball can run you into the ground,
Especially if you’re a snowman or a basset hound.
Have a snowball fight with yourself instead
With cotton balls in a nice warm bed.
Cotton is too soft to be of any danger, 
And you won’t hit me who might be a stranger.

Copyright 2019 Jennifer Waters