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Showing posts with label Parmis's stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Parmis's stories. Show all posts

Monday, February 12, 2018

Theme Park ride


 
 Parmis read the email several times, but she still didn't know what to do. So she asked Home, “OK Google, what should I do now? 
Home replied, “You should watch that video.
Parmis looked at her phone, and noticed that Santa had sent her a video. Parmis watched it:
Santa grinned, “Hi again.
Parmis stared at Mom, “Uncle Sergey! He's Santa Claus this year? where is Uncle Larry?
Mom smiled, “In New York, I think.
“I wish I were him,” Parmis sighed as she replayed the video:
Santa grinned, “Hi again. You're probably standing in front of the eagle Christmas tree right now. I'm sure that you didn't know you have eleven Christmas trees at home, did you? Now take a look at your phone, on the left side you see eleven balls. You must use them to catch all eleven tree-toppers.  The golden rule in this game is to  answer the question, then throw the ball. Don't be afraid, it's exciting like a theme park ride, and here are hints to help you respond the questions. Be brave, Home is with you. Good luck!”
Parmis still looked puzzled. She told Mom, “He didn't talk about autographs.”
 Mom grinned, “Never mind, what's the first question?”
Parmis looked at her phone and read the question,
 “The second best Asian goalkeeper of the 20th century?”
Parmis replied confidently, “Nasser Hejazi. I know him, he was Esteghlal goalkeeper, nicknamed Asian Eagle. ”



Best Wishes
M.T☺




Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Get Set For A New Adventure




Parmis started racing down the stairs. The stairs railing which ornamented with greenery garlands and golden mitts enchanted her. “Wow! You beautified the house all by yourself?” she exclaimed.
“No. Well, help came at last moment! Mamana and Aunt Kate decorated the whole house.” she chuckled up the stairs.

“Oh, really? Where are they now?” She asked. Then her eyes were drawn to the slim pine tree on the landing below, “sounds perfect!” she gasped, stopped to admire the view, but something fishy happened; the music got quiet.
The smile faded from her face. She thought, “Once again, I'm in the soup! Now I'm sure it's Christmas day.”
The faint aroma of cookie was still in the air, and recalled her last experience of Christmastime: the fake presents, search, Uncles, Tina, and all childish pranks.
It is terrible to think it might happen again; finding the prank presents were nothing inside under the Christmas tree, blow a fuse and begin a hunt to find your hidden gifts.
“Don't stand there! Let's see your presents, they're under the main tree,” said Mother as she was passing her on the stairs.
The main Christmas tree was placed by the fireplace. Some white candles were burning in the fireplace. Christmas stockings dangled from the mantel. LED string lights were wherever, on the mantel, sofa and floor.

Parmis stared at the tree with wonder. The sparkling tree was decorated with blue shining stars and LED lights. On the crown, a golden eagle was eye-caching. She thought, “A golden eagle tree topper, sounds wonderful!”


​Best Wishes​
M.T☺☺



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