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TELL A STORY using original characters only.  Please do not retell a video game or a movie.  A new version of Santa Claus is fine.  Just don’t take someone else’s story and make it your own.  

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By Veronica Kangeter

December 16, 2021

 

T'was the night before Christmas, no one was up,

Not a creature in site, not even the pups.

I tried to go to sleep, but I never slept this late,

 And my spirit was slowly starting to faint.

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 I walked to my bowl for some water to drink,

 I heard a loud crash, and it made the water move in the sink

 Ashes flew out the chimney, and I heard a voice from above

Someone jumped down the chimney, as silent as a dove.

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 I hid behind the couch, and the old man looked around,

He placed down boxes, some small canes, without sound.

He moved around and looked over at me,

Then winked, and placed something on the tree.

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 He walked over to me, and I growled aloud,

Then he smiled and kindly sat down.

He said something in quiet tone,

And placed down a white juicy bone.

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For the pups, he gave them their wish,

A bone, and two squeaky toy sticks.

He walked over to the table to eat his cookies and milk

And placed down something made of silk.

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It was for my owner, Mrs. Bear,

 And I guess it was for her to wear.

I sniffed it, and sneezed,

All I could smell was the cold, winter breeze. 

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 I finally was tired enough, to lay down,

Then he laid down a white winter gown.

It must of been for Linda, my owners friend who moved in with my family,

And he placed it under the light up tree.

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 I closed my eyes but couldn't rest,

I open my eyes to look at the winter guest.

He smiled once more and placed down a sled, 

Right next to my pups and my sleepy head.

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 I thought to myself, Was this the person I heard from Hana,

Why this must be the one they call Santa!

Hana was my owners daughter in law

She was a nice woman, for she taught me how to shake with my paw.

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Then he set down some more boxes and yo-yos and toys

For all the kids, good girls and good boys.

And last of all he set down a long present, as long as me,

And leaned against the dark green tree.

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He walked in the hall to see if everyone was asleep,

To my surprise they were all counting sheep.

I wondered how they could sleep at this hour,

All I could feel was a rush of power.

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 Santa stepped out of the room, turned around, and went back to the living room,

And past the closet with a handful of brooms.

And his last gift wasn't remote control, 

But could move around, but not roll.

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 He went back up the chimney and ashes fly out again,

I wondered when he would come back, just when.

He jumped on his sleigh like he had won a fight, 

And said, ¨Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!¨

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 I fell asleep and woke up the next morning,

But I woke up too early, so it was really boring.

When they woke, they shouted with cheer,

They knew Santa would be there every December, each year.