“Welcome to the United Kingdom’s annual ugly sweater contest, where you can win a trip around the world!”
One day, while scrolling through Facebook, I saw an advertisement for what was branded as “The UK’s Ugly Christmas Sweater Contest.” Intrigued by the idea that there would be holiday sweaters in all sorts of different colors and patterns heretofore unseen in this country, I clicked on it. It took me to a website with information about how one could enter to win a prize package filled with goods from all over the globe. There were only three weeks until Christmas so I knew that if I wanted to enter at all it had to be soon! But first…I needed something worth entering.
One day, the king found himself in need of a new suit. He was saddened to find that his old suit had become tattered and threadbare. The only problem was that he didn’t have any money to purchase another one. When he went outside, he saw all of these ugly sweaters on clotheslines with people giving them away free.
The idea came to him that if everyone could wear an ugly sweater like this, then it would save so many trees from being cut down for paper or fabric or whatever because they are just made out of wool. It would also help keep the UK’s economy afloat too! Now instead of wearing someone else’s clothes, everybody is wearing their own!
The United Kingdom was an old country. One of the oldest, in fact. But it had gone through a lot over the years and that showed on its face. It wasn’t ugly or anything–just worn out from centuries of strife and war. Once upon a time, people would come to this country for their holidays because it was so beautiful with rolling hills and rainbows but now they would only stop by if they were really desperate because there was nothing left here anymore except hurt and sadness and anger boiling just below the surface ready to explode at any moment. All those good memories were overshadowed by bad ones: When kings ruled with an iron fist; when kingdoms fought each other for power; when empires fell into ruin one after another like domin
The King of the UK was always a great king. He made sure that his citizens were happy and prosperous at all times, but he never liked being one of them. Sure, they were content with their lives as long as it meant they could enjoy themselves for a few hours every now and again, but he didn’t see himself as one of those people.
He had been born into an aristocratic family in which everyone was expected to play their role from birth. His father had done a decent enough job with him, teaching him how to read and write before sending him off to prep school for further education where he learned about what his future would entail if he became king someday: ruling over this land by commanding the Queen’s Guard
“Nooo… Not this year!” The Queen of England said to her herself as she was looking at what used to be a beautiful and delicate gown. With one big breath, the Queen let out all the air inside her lungs and looked like she wanted to cry. It was that moment when everything came crashing down on her; now it’s getting difficult for anyone in the kingdom to find anything remotely appropriate enough for the upcoming Christmas festivities.