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" Ok then, I will call this story THE LITTLEST ELF" "Oliver was an elf. He lived with his family in the North Pole. There were many elves in the Santa’s village, but Oliver was the littlest one. It was Christmas time and Oliver was excited. This year, he would discover his special job at one of Santa’s workshops. He just needed to visit each shop to see which one was the right fit.

For now the neighbors discovered his ruse, the trick or treating now abused Coming up with a master plan, to sneak in like the boogeyman Sliding down the chimney quick, looking nothing like Saint Nick Bad little Andy in his mischief got stuck, his calls being unheard with no luck Two weeks went by with posters spread about, for little Andy to keep an eye out Then it came a cold winter's night, when fireplaces are brought to light Little Andy to weak in his plight, in his pocket the fireworks did ignite With a snap, crackle, and pop, did Ash turn this little tot So readers when you sit by the fire, tis the spirit of Andy to be heard his desire

, the little princess asks with tears in her eyes, clenching her fists, Did they? - No, the cat laughed. That night, just before dawn, when she was exhausted from crying, Petrunia fell asleep, she dreamt a strange dream in which she was told by a large, beautiful fairy (you guessed it was the same fairy that pretended to be small) to make a cake in which she would to pour all her selfless kindness and to give the king and queen a try, so they will see.

“I work with time and it’s almost time for me to do something else.” “Alright... stay safe, December is tomorrow and this year’s Christmas will be very long.”“Hahaha... it reminds me of long Halloween. Only that, this time around, no one will be on costumes. No one is trick or treating and Santa is gonna come earlier than normal...” she glanced at the tv,“... am I right, Hendricks?”

It's Christmas day and my little family has a bright future. The End.

As the glistening snow falls on the city of Philadelphia, people from all over the city prepare for the most joyous time of year, which most people like to call, Christmas. The one holiday where people would get together with their friends and families to celebrate this momentous occasion. Wherein they could enjoy a cup of cocoa by the fireplace, set up a Christmas tree and fill it with ornaments, drink eggnog with all their friends until they had enough, and most importantly, receive and give gifts. But on this momentous occasion, Conrad decided to do something different this year, along with his friends and family.

I smiled as I went to Kuru and Lee “anything I need to be taught about today?” “Don’t expect anything from me” Kuru said but then lightened up when he saw I had misinterpreted his words “Santa only leaves you one gift; the rest are from everyone else. You get to see him and tell him about it and give one back to him. Mostly it is pudding because people put one out on the doorstep for the less fortunate.” “That’s what I’ll be doing” Lee boasted “you get to do something different.” Kuru nodded and smiled at Lee.

We never got to see how they lived happily though, but the smile in the last scene after which the The End, flew or swivelled or zoomed in, made it obvious. Nisim did tell me later that The Thief was a short story and short stories ended that way! It was five pages long, much longer than the stories in the book Deuta had gifted me on my eleventh Birthday – Aesop’s Fables – the stories in this book were never more than two pages. And always with a moral at the end. The Thief didn’t have a moral – that was the best part though – I never liked memorizing morals. But the thing was, my brother was calling the longest story I had read till then, a short story! By then, though, I had some idea of a

Ivy came out of his room only during lunch and even then, he barely said two words only responding some of the twins’ questions. Before we knew it, evening came around and the streets got flooded with lights and sparkly decorations. Dressed in thick layers of clothes we left for the festival, Carter holding Ollie in his lap while I held Skyler’s and Mike’s hands. We stopped from booth to booth, playing games, winning stuffies and losing money. We ate lots of candy canes and gingerbread then we joined a bunch of strangers to stare at the Christmas tree. There, on a chair, sat Santa, listening to the kids’ wishes and offering them small bags of gifts. “Can we go to Santa?”

25th December, 1998 Day of Disaster The White House Lana I woke up at exactly 7:30a.m, I was so excited about the party today. After brushing my teeth, I skipped downstairs happily to have breakfast. Mum and dad were already at the table drinking coffee as usual. Most people think I'm weird when I tell them I hate coffee, I just can't bring myself to like the taste talk more of being addicted to it. "Merry Christmas mum, dad" I said.