A Day with Santa               by: Jing                                                

    I always thought my uncle was nice. Well, he is a magician and a millionaire.

    It all started when I was kicked up on the beach in Florida, relaxing with my friend, Rosalie. We were just racing to the ocean, and I was really enjoying it, until I was the rotten egg, just because my phone had decided to sing, Mary had a Little Lamb. I groaned, and raced back, probably beating the record of Olympics tracks.

    I picked up the phone, hoping it would be quick.
Unfortunately, it was not. "Ho, ho, ho!" said someone. I replied, "Hello, um...farmer." "Of course, ho, ho, actually, I'm Santa Claus, and I'm very urgent. My dear reindeer have vanished, and I need your help." By now, Rosalie had already run up to me whispering, "Rotten egg! Rotten Egg!" I pushed her back, but suddenly Santa appeared, right in front of us. We examined him carefully, making sure he wasn't some teenager boy wearing silly puffy coats.

    We didn't have time to look carefully, because with Santa saying,"Purple puff, and meatballs!" Rosalie, Santa, and I were surrounded by purple puffs, and meatballs. When the stuff finally disappeared, we were at the North Pole. "Wow!" cried Rosalie. " This is the best dream ever!" "This is not a dream!" I whispered. We ran off, leaving Santa alone.

    Then, we were clumsy enough to fall into a deep pit. It was empty, although we found a tunnel to a large room. We were quiet, but not quiet enough. In a flash, a man with white hair, and was frightfully skinny turned around. At the same time, the large wooden door closed with a slam, which made me jump in terrible fright. It suddenly hit me that the man was my uncle, the magician, and a millionaire! He grinned at us slyly.
I stared at him angrily, knowing what had he done. "You stole them! You stole the reindeer!" I screamed furiously. He said calmly, "Dear, dear, of course I didn't steal the reindeer." I did not want to hear what he said. Barging into a lavender curtain behind him, I threw everything around, looking for the reindeer.

    After looking everywhere, I couldn't believe that I didn't see that trapdoor on the ground. I quickly pulled it up with a yank. Carefully crawling down the creaking, old ladder, I found myself staring at the reindeer. Quickly, I found a dusty, but sturdy plank. Holding it tightly, I led the first reindeer up the plank. When all the reindeer were up the plank, I pushed it away, and rode the reindeer out with Rosalie. While my uncle was screaming at me with anger, I felt proud. The room behind the curtains looked like a tornado hit it.

    Santa awarded us a ride with the reindeer, and some purple puffs and meatballs. Boy, was today a unique one! Although, it all seemed like a dream, a I woke up on my bed.

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