Santa’s Love
Arwyn Fretts, Grade eight, École Côte du Soleil
Delicate snowflakes fell from the sky while Saint Nick was preparing to take off with all his reindeer on Christmas Eve. He took off with his sleigh, jolly as always. He leapt from house to house with lightning speed.
As he was soaring through the night sky, he had to take a pause on someone’s house since Dasher had hurt his hoof. The owner heard all of the commotion and went outside to see what the noise was. She walked outside and looked up at the roof and was shocked to see Santa Claus himself on the top of her house.
Santa looked down and saw a beautiful woman. He saw a ladder on the side of the house and climbed down to greet her. The woman was shocked but let him inside of her house and made him steaming hot chocolate.
They had a long conversation and Santa completely forgot about his duty to hand out gifts. After a long night of talking, Santa barely had time to distribute all of the presents.
The following year, Santa went back to the house and talked to the woman for a couple of minutes and he continued to do so every year until he finally visited her in the summer. He stayed there all summer and after a couple of years, they got married. She came to the North Pole to live with Santa.
To this day they are still happily married and living in perfect bliss.
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The Battle Against the Polar Bears
Hugh Clark, Grade eight, École Côte du Soleil
Christmas Eve, 2004, Saint Nicholas needed help to win the battle against the polar bear army and their leader, the polar bear king. His name was Eldrick. His allies called him Eldrick the Powerful.
Saint Nicholas had an idea to call for help from the penguin kingdom. The penguin kingdom was strong. It had the PMF (penguin military force).
Saint Nick sent an elf to the penguin king, Flapperson.
Flapperson was not too happy about the plan, but Saint Nick reminded him that he had saved the penguin kingdom from the elves and now they lived in peace, so Flapperson had to say yes.
Now it was time for the battle. All the penguins and elf soldiers were ready for battle. When they saw all the polar bear army, they were a bit nervous.
Then Saint Nick spoke, “Christmas is about friends and family having fun, not fighting, so let’s finish this quickly.”
Saint Nick had a trick up his sleeve; all the good kids who were sleeping in their dreams would get teleported to the North Pole to help Santa. They fought for hours, and it was almost Christmas morning when Santa finished the battle by offering all the polar bears a nice big mansion, delicious food, crystal-clear water and company.
Eldrick and Saint Nick actually had a lot in common. Now they are best friends and Christmas is now safe forever and everyone is happy.
The end.
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Blitzen, the Regular-nosed Reindeer
Sunny Hillier, Grade eight, École Côte du Soleil
Hi it’s me, Blitzen. You’re probably wondering who Blitzen even is.
Well I’ll have you know that I am one of Santa Claus’s own magical reindeer. In fact I used to lead his sleigh. At least until that pesky Rudolph came along with his dorky red nose. Then Santa was all like: “Rudolph with your nose so bright,” blah, blah, blah. And he didn’t need me anymore.
One day, while I was heading over to the feeding troughs with Donner, I spotted Santa making his way towards us.
“Uhhh Santa’s coming this way,” Donner said nervously.
“I know.” I said, “I wonder why?”
Santa never left his workshop…if he did, it had to be something important.
“He’s getting closer,” Donner warned, tapping his hooves anxiously as Santa continued approaching us. “I think I’ll go have breakfast.”
With that, he darted into the stables.
“Blitzen!” said a booming voice.
I turned to see Santa beside me.
“Hello, Santa,” I said.
“I have a special job for you,” Santa stated.
He was about to tell me what it was, when Rudolph sauntered up to us.
“Hey guys,” he said, “What’s up?”
“Rudolph, come with me,” Santa said. “I have something to tell you.”
Then the two of them strolled away.
“Wait, Santa!” I called after them, “What about my special job?”
But there was no response, other than the whistling wind.
That was the first year a reindeer helped Santa finish his treats. But that’s fine, I don’t like cookies anyway.
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Pretend Santa
June Hilleren, Grade eight, École Côte du Soleil
“One more kid left,” an elf whispered to me as she walked off to go greet the last child. I have been working as a mall Santa for five years, and I have never seen a child unhappy with my performance.
The last little boy moped towards me. He had light brown hair and dull eyes. He wore a long-sleeved shirt and winter boots that were too big.
“Hello there!” I said in my best jolly voice as I looked down at him. He frowned.
“What's your name, my dear boy?” I asked.
“You're not the real Santa Claus,” he said, “because if you were, you would get me what I really want.”
I laughed nervously and glanced toward the parents. They were on their phones, not paying attention.
“I want my parents to get off their phones and play with me,” the boy answered with teary eyes.
The parents were still not paying attention.
“Wait here,” I said to the boy as I walked over to his parents.
They looked up. After a few minutes of me explaining why they should spend time with their son, they shed a few tears, promised to do better, and then they left together.
When I arrived home, feeling satisfied, I found the real Santa Claus sitting at my table.
“Thank you for spreading Christmas cheer, you have such a kind heart and I'm glad you share it with the world.”
In the blink of an eye, he was gone.
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