The tree transformation
Heather White, grade seven, Kelly Creek Community School
In a small village settled among snow-capped mountains, Christmas was just around the corner.
The townsfolk were busy preparing for the annual Christmas festival, but young Lucy felt a sense of sadness. Her father had recently lost his job, and they could barely afford a tree, let alone presents. One chilly evening, Lucy decided to take a walk through the village. As she strolled, she noticed a beautiful, decorated tree standing in the town square. It sparkled with lights and ornaments, drawing everyone's attention.
Inspired, Lucy had an idea. She rushed home and gathered her old toys and crafts. The next day, Lucy went back to the town square, where she began to hang her toys on the tree. Curious villagers stopped to watch, and soon they joined in, adding their own decorations. The tree transformed into a stunning display of love and community spirit.
On Christmas Eve, the villagers gathered around the tree for the festival. As they sang carols, Lucy's heart swelled with joy. She realized that the true spirit of Christmas wasn't about presents, but about togetherness and kindness.
That night, as snowflakes gently fell, Lucy felt warmth in her heart. The village had come together, and in that moment, she knew they would always support one another, no matter the challenges they faced. And so, the Christmas spirit shone brightly in their little village, reminding everyone of the magic that comes from giving and sharing.
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Not about the presents
Charlie Hildebrand, grade seven, Westview Elementary School
I wake up on Christmas morning with excitement in my eyes. I run downstairs so fast I almost fall. I see the Christmas tree twinkling. I look at my stocking and almost pass out. It's empty! I scream.
My parents and my younger sister Betty rush to me curious about all the action.
They say, "What's wrong Marley?"
And all I do is point. They realize what's wrong and try to get me to stop crying. When I calm down, my parents explain that Christmas isn't about presents, it's about family and making others feel joy. I storm off to my room and slam the door.
I hear my family downstairs. They sound happy. I feel warm inside for a moment, then I go back to feeling angry. I want to be there with them.
I hear my little sister gasp in excitement when she opens a gift. I can't help but feel joy for her. I feel like I should be mad, but I'm not. For some reason her feeling joy makes me feel joy.
I pull a gift out of my closet and run downstairs. I give it to my sister and see the joy on her face. Betty gasps when she opens it. She gives me a big hug and says, "Thank you."
The doorbell rings. When I open the door, there is a letter with my name. It says…
“I am glad you learned my lesson.” Sincerely, Santa Claus.
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Santa and his Extreme Zesty Italian Salad Dressing
Patrick Arajs, grade seven, Powell River Christian School
Santa was addicted to extreme zesty Italian salad dressing. His friends knew that he was addicted, so they found a website called www.Let's talk about why you are addicted to extreme zesty Italian salad dressing.
It was a long, long bus ride to camp. When Santa finally arrived, he was greeted by his roommates, Jeff and Larry. Larry was a chatterbox, and Jeff was a safe freak. He couldn't take a step without triple checking his surroundings.
Larry immediately started telling Santa that it was so incredibly boring at camp that he needed to help him escape because Jeff wouldn't bother. Larry was explaining that they could dig their way out.
Santa didn't want to stain his white gloves or his Nikes, so he suggested stealing 1,957 plastic spoons instead. The volunteers only import seven spoons daily, which means that it would take 280 days to get all the spoons. But they take three right away and on Fridays they take four right away. This means that it would take 507 days to get the spoons needed. Larry quit.
507 days later, Santa started the big escape. Spoon after spoon Santa was getting closer and closer to glory. Four hours later, Santa was one spoon away from freedom when a guard came in. He would have never seen the tunnel being made until Larry pointed under the desk.
The guard immediately sent Santa to a high security prison.
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The Elves Misbehave
Brooklyn Bourcier, grade seven, Assumption School
On Christmas Eve, I walked into the workshop. I couldn't believe my eyes. The elves had gone crazy!
They didn't make the presents and they were dancing to gangster rap. They were drinking Pepsi at 12:30 at night and they were fighting. One had a bloody nose, one had a broken hip, and another had both arms in slings. I thought to myself that Christmas is for sure ruined.
I screamed at the top of my lungs, “EVERYBODY STOP!!!!”
They all looked at me with grins on their faces and laughed. Then, on the speaker, the craziest thing happened! The speaker said “Christmas is ruined.”
I really wasn't expecting that and I guess the elves weren't either because they started crying, saying that they are horrible elves. They were sorry. I forgave them, but Christmas still must be saved!
The elves got to work making the presents while I went to check on the reindeer. Once again, I couldn't believe my eyes! They were also dancing to gangster rap!
I screamed, “Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen, and Rudolph!” as loud as I could. They all stopped and galloped off, except Rudolph.
I rode Rudolph to catch the other eight reindeer. I caught them one at a time and set up my sleigh and went back to get the elves. All of the presents were perfectly ready. I packed them in the sleigh and took off to save Christmas.
It turned out to be the best Christmas ever.
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