Assignment 12: Brave Little Toasters- Amanda Byerman

Once a year, I am pulled from the darkness of the basement into the loving arms of my owners at last. On this day, I rejoice as I am steadily inflated with bliss (and air). Set outside, I wave and grin at passing cars and children, filling them with lovely holiday spirit. I can see their happiness reflected in their eyes, along with the neighbors' glorious lights. We dance and dance until the darkness falls. Every night, I glow red and white, singing with my family and friends surrounding me.  For one glorious month, I fulfill everything that I was meant to do- bring joy and happiness. While I love my job, it gets so, so cold at night. Sometimes snow falls, filling me with merry spirit to keep me warm while the temperature falls below freezing. Past then I am left, deflated and dejected to sit 11 more lonely months in the basement with my festive comrades.