Mike squealed with delight. “Tomorrow’s Christmas!” Mike had
everything ready. His snowman stocking was hung up, the Christmas tree was lit
up with bright lights, Christmas songs were playing on his radio, and he had
some homemade Christmas cookies on the red and white checkered table. With all
this Christmas spirit in his house, he couldn’t wait to see what he would get
for Christmas. A new teddy bear? A recliner? A magical lamp with a genie
inside? Anything seemed possible at that moment. “I hope I was nice this year,
and not naughty. I know someone who definitely was naughty this year, though.
That robber dude! He is like soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
naughty!” He exclaimed to his friend Bob the magician over some homemade
Christmas cookies. “I hope we get something amazing!” replied Bob. “Maybe a
teddy bear, a recliner, and a magical lamp with a genie inside!” “I like how
you think.” Said Mike. “getting all three instead of just one.” They sat there.
Soon, they both went to sleep, waiting for the presents they longed to have to
magically appear under their Christmas tree.
4 hours later, the robber was hurrying through the streets of town, heading
to the town hall to get the presents he had to deliver. He had been selected by
the city to be their “Santa”. The worst part? He would have to give that Mike,
and the magician their presents. Their presents were the same. They were
exactly what the robber had wanted. A teddy bear, a recliner, and a magical
lamp with a genie inside. He had only gotten a hose. Then, a thought struck
him. He would take a teddy bear, a recliner, and a magical lamp with a genie
inside for himself! Actually, all of their presents! He would replace them with
other things. Maybe a bomb and a bear trap! Yes! He would do that! He would
give them the worst present possible! He went and stole the two traps from the
happy-day store. Then, he went to get the first present. It was a stuffed
turkey, a couch, and a magical wand. Just when he got the couch, he stumbled
and fell into the present sorter. He got flattened, “EEEEOWW!” Put into an
envelope, “SSSSSSSS”. Thrown into the air, “WHOEEEOEEEEE!” And then wrapped
with wrapping paper and a ribbon. He popped out of the machine. Enraged, he
threw away the wrappers in disgust. “AAAAAARGH! Why does everything bad have to
happen to me?!” The robber shouted.
The robber was having a jolly time giving out presents, but he didn’t
think it was the ideal job for him. He might get spotted, and the gifts were
usually heavy. He also had to wear a hot Santa suit that made him look fat and
weird. It made him sweat. The worst part was going down the chimney. He often
got stuck, and it was usually very dirty and dusty. He wished he didn’t have to
give out the presents. A part of him was still glad, though, because then he
could take Mike’s presents. Mike’s presents were coming up soon, he knew it.
And he was right. He took Mike’s presents, and brought them to his house. Then,
he ran back to the town hall, lit the bomb, set up the bear trap, and threw
them in the present sorter. The “presents” were ready. “HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA!”
The robber laughed. He grabbed the presents, one in each hand. Unfortunately,
the bomb exploded that moment. The wrapping paper was blasted off, and the bear
trap clamped down onto his hand.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOW!” He screamed at the top of
his lungs. Startled by the scream, Mike hopped out of his bed, belly-slided
down the stairs in his PJs, and landed in his exmocalifrozokickabouncichiminisintackmuckelaslidinginacribolosser,
and he slid down its slide, landing on a spring, and bounced up and hit his
head, getting kicked by a shoe, getting sprinkled on with snowflakes and mud,
popping out his chimney, losing his teddy bear, landing in a baby crib. He
jumped out and hurried outside. There, he saw the robber. But Mike didn’t see a
robber. Mike saw Santa! He hurried the robber to the hospital and got him all
cleaned up.
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