“Ho, ho, ho!” Santa Claus cheerfully practised for the big night.
He walks into his walk-in wardrobe. What was he going to wear? His diamond studded boots, or plain? It is a special occasion tonight so I might as well, He thought. Santa adjusted his belt and pulled on his coat. He strolled out of his house and into his village of elves. Everywhere he looked, the elves were finishing up. One was putting the final layer of paint onto a set of toy cars. Another was wrapping up a ball. Frosty was busy taking out the boxes and packing everything into the boss’s sack. Mrs Claus was bustling about, wrangling up the reindeer. Tonight, was the night. It was Christmas eve. He sat on his sleigh. He was very stressed. So many things could go wrong. He could get lost, or he could miss out someone or he wouldn’t deliver everything in time! But the worst thing possible, would be if his brother, the Grinch, tried to steal Christmas again! He took a deep breath, quickly stole a cookie from Mrs Claus, and took off! They went higher and higher and higher until he was above the clouds.
He opened up his computer. The first house was a few miles away. He was heading to Canada. In no time he was there. His information collector showed up on his computer screen. It told him that a little boy lived in this house and he was 90% good and 10% bad. For Christmas he wanted a car set. Santa parked the sleigh and jumped down the chimney. He gasped! The parents were still awake! They were watching TV. Santa quickly used his invisibility dust and ran out of the room in search of the Christmas tree. It was in the hallway so visitors could see it. He lowered the presents under the tree in stealth mode. He quickly made his way back up the chimney. He quickly finished the rest of his deliveries with no problems. He returned to the north pole as the sun began to rise. He always had a giant feast on Christmas so he knew there was a turkey waiting for him when he got back. But, the reindeer’ ears pricked up. The ducked there heads down. Something was coming there way. Something dangerous. Something, that smelled really, really, bad.
Santa cautiously rode along towards his workshop. When something rised above the clouds. It was another sleigh. Santa recognised it at once. It was the Grinch! The Grinch blocked Santa’s way back to the north pole. He loaded his cannons with coal. It shot out towards Santa, making him crash to the ground. He quickly un saddled his reindeer and lead them to his emergency way back to his house. Why was his brother the way he was? Santa never did anything wrong. He told Mrs Claus all about it at dinner. Santa went to sleep, relieved nothing went wrong this Christmas. Nothing at all.
When Santa woke up he wasn’t in his bedroom anymore. He was at his childhood house. His father came back from delivering presents to the boys and girls of the world. He looked just as he had when he was a kid. He went into his old bedroom. His childhood self was playing with his brother. They were playing so nicely together. So why was the Grinch so mean? He continued watching. His father came into the room.
“Hello boys!” He said.
“Merry Christmas, Father!” Santa and the Grinch replied, cheerfully.
“I have something very important to tell you!” Said their Father, his eyes twinkling. “Santa, I have decided to retire. You are the new Christmas master!” He said, placing his santa hat on his head.
“Why him?” Asked the Grinch.
“Because he is older,” Replied his Father.
“So because of that he is better than me?”
“No. That is not what I said,”
The Grinch glared at seven-year-old Santa.
“I AM NEVER SPEAKING TO YOU AGAIN!” He yelled as he stomped out of the room.
Later that night, older Santa wandered around the house, looking and remembering childhood memories. At the thought of memories, Santa gasped. This was the night The Grinch ran away! He had to stop him. He ran towards his bedroom. He started to tell him not to leave but he just passed right through him. Santa suddenly realised why he was angry. It was because he was chosen to be the Christmas master and not him! He regretted every moment of his childhood.
“No!” Santa said. “It doesn’t have to be this way! I won’t let it!”
He woke up. He looked around. He was in the present. He was in his bedroom. He got up. He pulled on his belt and scoffed down his breakfast. Mrs Claus had made his favourite. Fudge cake from all the children’s cookies. Then he ran to his computer to see if the children had sent him their Christmas lists. Two had. He went to the elves village. He told them to get back to work. Santa now had a plan. He was going to visit Christmas nook, where his brother was collecting coal. He went down a slide that was covered in caution tape. He got stuck. He wiggled, and jiggled and wobbled until he was zooming down the slide.
He looked at the piles of coal coming up ahead. He went into The Grinch’s bedroom. He was sleeping still. Santa tapped him. The Grinch angrily sat up and glared at his brother. Santa apologised and invited him to help with the delivering of the toys. The Grinch scoffed.
“Yeah, right,” He said, still glaring.
“I mean it,” Santa told him.
“Prove it!”
“I’ll introduce you to the new elves since you left. I’ll give you Dancer and Prancer and Vixen and Comet I’ll get Mrs Claus to make you some fudge,”
“Fine! And thanks but just one more thing,” The Grinch said.
“Name it!”
“Tell the children that I am not trying to steal Christmas anymore!”
“Of course!”
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