It felt like a fine day. Everything was normal. The Christmas tree was up, our piano was decorated, and our stairway was lit.
Normal until my mom gave me my job list, but part of it did not seem right. Vacuum, dust, practice piano, feed reindeer — I had no idea what was going on. Maybe she meant feed the dog or guinea pig. I don’t know, but I don’t believe in that Santa stuff anyway so I tried to just forget about it, but I couldn’t. It wouldn’t stop bugging me.
I thought really, really hard and suddenly I got it! What if my parents were Mr. and Mrs. Claus?
Well, last night I thought hard again and I decided to believe in Santa.
When I woke up I was in Santa’s workshop. It was humongous. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was almost everything a child could want — doll houses, skate boards and Zhu Zhu pets. Also a few things for a naughty kid like coal, underwear or asparagus. Well, either way, this place was amazing.
I saw an elf who looked pretty nice, so I told him “Hi.”
Well, he didn’t look so nice when he turned around; he had an earring in his nose and a tattoo on his arm that looked like a kid with an evil plan. I was going to walk away, but he took them off.
“They were fake,’’ he said.
After a while, we actually became friends. Once, we even pulled a prank but then Mom and Dad came, or should I say, Mr. and Mrs. Claus.
Mom and Dad said, “Who are you playing with?” But I realized I didn’t know his name.
I asked him and he said, “I do not know so you can call me Billy.”
I couldn’t hear him through this buzzing sound. Man, I hate it when I wake up in the best part of a dream.
Wait! I still have to vacuum, dust, practice piano and feed the ... dog.