A Christmas story
When the clock strikes midnight, the halls will be silent. The children will sleep. The tree will be still. The mouse will not move.
Slowly the clock will tick. And the Christmas spirit will spread. The jolly old fellow will swoop down the chimney. He will tiptoe down the hall, and he puts presents under the lit tree.
In the blink of an eye he swoops strait up the chimney. He calls his reindeer and fly’s away. The children sneak out of bed to see what he brought them. The cookies are gone, the milk is half empty. The children are happy. The Christmas spirit is all around.
2 comments:
That's a really good story!! Great job!!
You are a very talented writer, I really liked your story.
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