I wrote another story...this one is a little bit Christmas-y...here goes...!
“Only good children get presents from Santa Claus, and bad children get lumps of coal, remember that! And if you eat that Christmas cake while I’m not here, you might just find yourself crying over a lump of coal!”
Oh no! I didn’t want a lump of coal for Christmas! That would be worse than… than… than…worse than going to the dentist and having all my teeth removed!
I now had to make a big decision- which was better, eating a slice of forbidden Christmas cake two days before Christmas and a lump of coal from Santa, or going for two whole days without cake, but getting both cake and presents on Christmas? Ah! It was a tough decision.
I had sincerely made up my mind not to touch the Christmas cake, which was cooling off near the window, but I just couldn’t resist it! As for the lump of coal, that didn’t matter a lot because my birthday was coming up soon, and no one could give me a lump of coal on my birthday, whether I was a good girl or not. So that didn’t matter a lot, either.
After I had finished my slice of cake, I received a phone call from one of my friends. She told me that her parents had said that since she had been such a good girl that they were sure that Santa might leave the newest doll, complete with the whole wardrobe, for her.
I was horrified! I had wanted that! And all because of that stupid slice of cake, my Christmas presents were gone! I always got nice Christmas presents! Mary Pepinson couldn’t get a nicer present than me. It was absurd! Unthinkable! And embarrassing, too.
I decided that it was time for me to pay a visit to Santa.
In the library book ‘Christmas- Carols, Crackers and Christ’ the hero of the story, Daniel, faced the Christmas tree and thought of nothing but Santa for fifteen whole minutes and he was immediately taken (by the Magic of Christmas, obviously) to the North Pole, to Santa’s house. It was time to test the theory.
I sat in front of the Christmas tree for ages, not fifteen minutes.
‘Would it work?’ I thought.
It worked! It worked! It worked! The Magic of Christmas must be working overtime!
At the North Pole, a signboard said “Santa’s House” and underneath that, an arrow pointing east. The sign was made of cake, with the words written in chocolate frosting.
I walked about two hundred yards east, and suddenly saw a huge gingerbread house. That huge house made Mount Everest seem tiny! I knocked on the enormous peppermint doors. They opened slowly and silently.
Outside, the temperature was below freezing. Inside Santa’s home, it was as warm as toast and very bright and roomy. A huge red-and-green signboard said “Welcome to Santa’s home!”
I opened another door and oh! Wonder of wonders! It was better than I had ever imagined! Hundreds, no, thousands of small, green elves with pointed ears and upturned noses were walking about all over the place, carrying parcels and presents of all shapes, sizes and colours. It was amazing!
Every corner was filled with toys and candy- teddy bears, dolls, doll-houses, all types of balls, chocolates, toy-trains, building blocks, crayons, squeaky toys and so much more!
The walls were made out of peanut butter, and the floors out of solid chocolate. And the high ceiling was made out clear chewing gum, so you could see the skies far, far up above your head. It was fantastic! And the whole room was filled with elves!
I was gazing around the place, with my mouth open, when a small, chubby, bearded elf came and tapped me on the shoulder.
“Hello, there! What brings you to Santa’s home today?”
“I n-n-need to a-a-apologize to S-s-santa, f-f-for eating the c-c-cake!” I whispered.
“Just one second, dearest!” he said to me. Then he turned around and called to another, younger elf and said “Hey you! Get this little girl a cup of hot cocoa! Her teeth are chattering with cold!”
The nice old elf thought that I was stammering because of the cold (it wasn’t even cold in there), when I was actually stuttering with nervousness!
After I finished my hot cocoa he said “Ah yes, you said you wanted to talk to Mr. Santa Claus? All right then, I’ll call him for you.”
About five minutes later, I saw Santa Claus. He was dressed in red and had that great foamy beard like in the pictures, but he seemed more real and true and pure than the pictures of Santa Claus that I had seen.
After I apologized for eating the Christmas cake, I asked him if he might send me a better doll than I had now, with the doll-house. He smiled and clapped his hands.
The next second, I was back at home, sitting on my bed. On Christmas Day I when I opened my presents, I found a doll with a doll-house. And can you believe what I found when I opened the garage door of the doll-house? A tiny lump of coal.