Publisher's Prompt: Word Pool

Elf Red Glisten Menorah Sideways Fly Gifted Hark Resolution Kamikaze Beard Tranquil Solstice Porsche Cheer Caroling Stuff New Twelve

Use the words in the pool above any way you like and in any order you like, to create a story, poem, song, etc.

Hark!
(That’s the title ‘cause I couldn’t figure out how to get the darn word into the story)

The twelve new Porsches on the lot glistened as the sunlight reflected off the snow and bounced iridescently off the chrome and freshly-painted auto bodies.

Each one of the sportsters was painted a bright, shiny red- the most-bought car color of every December. They looked confidently snazzy, featured prominently in the front part of the lot facing the Boulevard.

It was early morning- seven o’clock- and the dealership was enjoying its last tranquil hour before it opened for its seasonal fifteen hours-a-day of deal-making/deal-breaking pandemonium.

It was December 21, winter solstice, but it couldn’t have been a more dazzling morning if it had been June 21. The sun shone with such a brilliant light, it was as if it was the dealership’s own personal cheerleader.

Like a kamikaze crashing out of nowhere, a small, spry elf descended upon the car lot, caroling Christmas songs at the top of his lungs, breaking the serenity of the early morning stillness.

He landed betwixt the Porsches, in a grand balletic plié, juxtaposed by an upward leap of his beard, which landed in his mouth, nose, and eyes.

Brushing and blowing his unmanageable facial stuffs from his visage, the mischievous imp set about playing his annual practical joke.

With glee, the elf went from car to car, replacing each Porsche emblem with that of a mini-metal menorah, engraved in a tablature that looked just like the Porsche’s: red and black stripes set in a golden background.

He glanced sideways, from time to time, making sure no one was watching, flying around the lot at record speeds as if he was propelled by an inner-Porsche engine.

He gifted every automobile on the lot with his special insignia, and when he was satisfied that his work was complete, he made his annual resolution to come back and do the same thing the following year.

He left the lot just as he came, with a grand plié and a kamikaze shot upwards.

No one at the dealership knows how the Porsche logos get removed every year and why they are replaced with menorahs. But every year it happens. It has now become a tradition, and now you, dear reader, know who’s behind it. You just don’t know why. That may be a mystery to uncover next year. ‘til then, you’ll just have to wait.