Santa Claws

• Lexi Palmer, Grade 5
• Short Story
• 2020

Santa Claws

On one Christmas eve Cindy tumbled out of bed as she faceplanted on the floor. Cindy quietly yelled “Ouch, that hurts, wait, it’s Christmas eve,”
Clop clip clop clip “What’s that?” Cindy asked herself. While the noise was getting closer to the window.

Cindy quality walked downstairs not knowing that Ralph’s dog toy was one step away.

SKWEEEAK “Ahhhh!” Screamed Cindy in fright, almost getting a heart attack

Ralph started to bark for half a minute, when Ralph stopped barking Cindy hid under the stairs because she heard a noise that came from the outside.

“S-Santa? Is that you?” Cindy asked
“Yes, it’s me, Santa Claws.” Santa replied
“What’s that in you hand?” asked Cindy
“Oh nothing…” Santa replied “Jest a little bit of magic if I must say so myself, oh and yes I am dyed my hair brown and I also like the colour black that’s why I am wearing am wearing black, so no need to ask,” Santa claws said while unpacking their presents to get out as quickly as possible
“I need to go now, bye.” Santa said Santa while gluing the widow
“uhm bye I guess.” Cindy said not knowing if this was a dream or not.


The End