Santa's Revenge

• Haami Graham, Grade 5
• Short Story
• 2015

It was Christmas Eve … I was excited … my heart was beating so fast … I tried to go to sleep but I just couldn’t! The adrenaline was pumping through my veins. I shut my eyes and heard a small sound that touched my ear … he’s here, SANTA!
I woke to see my brother’s teary eyes.
“Where are our presents?” my brother, Cruz, moaned.
“Presents?” I replied. “What do you mean ‘presents’?” I sped into our lounge room. I screwed my face up and ran outside … What the …?
The whole city looked like a giant dome of fire. The skies were red and the entire city was orange.
I was a member of the Australian Air Force, about to get my flying licence, so I drove to the local airport. I saw my fighter jet sitting in a hanger. I geared up and was in the air. I saw Santa and nearly collapsed … but, what was on the other side …?
The U.S. and Australian forces were fighting against the so-called ‘Amazing Santa’ … but it wasn’t the real Santa! This Santa was a bad guy! Sneakily, I flew down into Santa’s territory. I landed my plane and snuck around to Santa’s position.
“FlyBird21, I repeat, FlyBird21!” Captain Price exclaimed. “What is your current location?”
“I am at the corner of Soap and Roach Streets,” I replied. I placed a ‘mute charge’ but its signal got jammed. I was went and hid in Rebel Sport then got a terrific idea …
Firstly, I set up some rugby balls on the ground. I was planning on kicking the rugby balls into the windows and cars, particularly the cars, to create a distraction. I kicked and kicked but DID NOT hit a single window! Then, somehow, on the kick of the last ball, I hit one of Santa’s Evil Elves! I quickly hid, surprised at my own devastating kicking skills.
As soon as I thought it was safe, I got up and left, heading down a nearby alleyway. I jumped into the drains and ran to the position of the Allied forces. On the way I bumped into someone …
“Captain Price? What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Well, I was heading towards Soap Street but then I saw you,” he replied. We started running to the Army’s position.
“This place is like a maze!” I exclaimed. I overheard Santa and his Evil Elves. I climbed up a ladder leading to the streets and ended up beneath Santa’s sleigh. I looked left and then right, and then UP … I saw a trapdoor beneath the sleigh, but, when I opened the door ... it was the real Santa! I had so many questions to ask: Why? How? Was this all a kidnapping? Or revenge? Or was this just a coincidence?
The real Santa explained everything then gave me a toy car. I wrapped it in newspaper and wrote on it ‘Cruz’.