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The Best Christmas Ever

As a child, I wrote—or I should say started but rarely finished—many short stories. Published for your entertainment is a Christmas story I wrote for an assignment in 8th grade. I still have the original written on wide-ruled notebook paper with the shredded left edge from ripping it out of a spiral notebook, double spaced, and in my strange print handwriting that is tall and narrow and slants the wrong way. My teacher commented, “Super! A+” at the end. I’ve typed up this story exactly as I wrote it way back on December 13, 1982, and hope you find it “Super!” as well.

May you and your family enjoy your best Christmas ever, and thanks again for reading The Writing Machine. - Christian

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It is three days till Christmas, and all the little children are eagerly awaiting that great day. Cookie sales have gone up during this month because the little children wanted to make Santa happy. All the little children have made out lists to Santa and mailed them. All of the children were happy except for Little Tommy, he lived in the only poor family in the small town of Tinyville and he didn’t even have enough money to even send a letter to Santa. But he always obeyed his parents and very rarely did he do anything wrong like the other boys in the town that would skip school and go ice skating and sledding. When they did go to school they would cheat on tests and pull girls hair.

At school one day he got to write a Christmas list, but all he wanted was a bicycle and a sled.

On Christmas Eve he was sadder than ever and he cried himself to sleep. Just after he fell asleep there was thump on the roof and the sound of bells.

When Little Tommy woke up the next morning he slowly went down the stairs, when he got to the bottom of the stairs he couldn’t believe his eyes: there was the most beautiful tree in the world, with popcorn on a string, tinsel, many ornaments that sparkled in the light of the fire, but the prettiest thing about it was the star on top with a happy glow to it. And around the tree was the neatest bike and sled that any boy could want. And next to the bike and sled were all the presents that the other boys and girls wanted. He had so many toys he hardly noticed all the food on the table, there was ham, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, turkey, gravy, and apple pie for dessert. On the handlebars of the bike there was a note and it read:

Dear Tommy,

Since you were the only boy who was good enough to get any presents, I gave you all the presents of all the boys and girls in the town.

Santa

This was Little Tommy’s best Christmas ever.

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© 2005 Christian Cloud Abraham

Posted on December 25, 2005 in
Emotion: Tender, Type: Creative Nonfiction