Graysyn Gets Christmas Moving

On Christmas Eve, Graysyn wakes to a dark town and presents stuck in the snow. He runs out to help, but every push sinks the sleigh deeper, and the cold is freezing its runners into the drifts. In the shed, Graysyn spots some old sled boards. Can he build a way to get Christmas moving again?

On Christmas Eve, the town lay **white**. Graysyn woke; no lamps shone **bright**. He saw the gifts packed deep in **snow**. He grabbed his coat, all set to **go**.

Graysyn ran out and stamped a **place**. His hands pressed snow to make a **base**. He tugged a box up by its **bow**. It would not leave the crust of **snow**.

Graysyn pushed hard against the **sleigh**. He tried to shove it on its **way**. The load sank down beneath his **feet**. The drift rose higher than the **seat**.

The cold crept close to Graysyn's **toes**. The sleigh sank lower; ice now **rose**. The silver runners froze in **deep**. The gifts lay in a snowy **heap**.

Graysyn found old boards by the **door**. Board by board, a little **more**. They leaned inside the wooden **shed**. He traced their grooves: "Next time, a **sled**!"

Graysyn built up a ramp to **climb**. The sleigh rose slowly for a **time**. Board by board, a little more. **Slip**! The loose boards slid beneath his **grip**.

Graysyn packed snow around each **board**. He pressed it tight. The runners **soared**. Board by board, a little more. **Creak**! He pushed the sleigh up to the **peak**.

The sleigh rose clear. The town shone **bright**. Its windows blazed with Christmas **light**. Graysyn brushed snow from off his **coat**, And cheered until he warmed his **throat**.