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Holiday Writing from
St. Stephen’s School
The Creative Writing and Visual Arts Classes at St.
Stephen’s understand the beautiful chiaroscuro that
occurs when the brightest lights shine during the
darkest nights. Teachers Ms Egan, Ms Fedich, and
Ms Guerra hope that you will enjoy these works by
students, celebrating the wonders of the season and
the ways in which we continue to light our paths
through darkness, literal and metaphorical.
A Collaboration by Natalie S. and Ilaria C., Grade 12
Pulp Serenity
The hill was plastered with bright orange trees,
peeling tambourines like skins of mandarins.
The wind rumbled the trees and ruffled the waves.
I foraged for you.
Esmeralda I., Grade 9
Snow lights
Snowflakes were falling down on the frozen lake covered
with frost, creating a soft and white carpet. You could hear
the laughter of the children in the distance that got lower
and lower and farther as the sun went down over the vast
hills. You could still hear the Christmas carols of the stalls
not far from there and the rustle of the skates of those
who skated on the lake, creating intertwined lines on the
white carpet that covered the majestic lake. The chestnut
smell became lighter and lighter as the ovens were turned
off and the windows of the houses were closed and the
only ones remaining outside under the night sky were
those full of snow, looking at the snowflakes covering even
the flashing colored lights that covered every corner and
wall that kept the city alive.
The fire of this year burning out, creating a blazing next
year,
A celebration filled with the next chapter of our lives,
A time of joy and of new beginnings, the new year’s
celebration.
Uma S., Grade 10
The end of another year
Lights, everywhere.
Decorated on the balconies of apartments.
On the door frames, and windows of houses.
Constantino M., Grade 10
A New Year
The evergreen leaves forever stuck to the ground,
Frozen branches stiffly swaying in the icy wind,
As the match brings flame to the dry logs inside,
a pink warm scent flows through the home.
Torn paper and ribbons left behind by eager children
everywhere,
Cold white snow falling from the gray cool sky,
A picture perfect moment during the years first and final
frost,
with the wheel of the world turning again to a new year.
Illustration by Milena A., Grade 12.
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