Santa, Really?

• Emilyne Creamer, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2022

Dear Diary, I, Ivy Yang Jones, am writing to you at 6.50 pm, Christmas day, at 64 Grove Street. I have to write this down as, while no-one will ever believe, it contains the ABSOLUTE truth. Mum, Dad, Amber, John if you are reading my diary then PUT IT DOWN NOW!!!!!!!!!!!

I guess that my adventure started on the 30th of November. I have three best friends. Olivia, a girl black hair and coco brown eyes, was sitting on my left. Daniela my best friend, is Columbian and has a strait brown bob, and was sitting on my right. Finally, standing infront, was Astrid. She spends hours training for netball and has blonde hair, tying with blue eyes.

Astrid:
I really hope Dad takes me and Charlotte to Canada again this year.

Daniela:
Ooo, that would be soo much fun!

Olivia:
Astrid, your little sister is so cute!

Me:
I hope Santa gives me some earings from Undercover!

Olivia:
Santa? He's not real.

Daniela:
Ivy can believe in him if she wants.

Olivia:
I guess your right....

Me:
I have an idea. Olivia, let's try and stay up all night to catch Santa!

Astrid:
And you can leave your phones on to have video proof.

Olivia and Me:
Deal!

I was DEFINITELY gunna win!

But...waiting the twenty-three sleeps was KILLING me. I say this with no exaggeration, but if I had to wait one more sleep, then I probly definitely would have died.

After what seemed like years, the night arrived. I was armed with eight bars of Turkish Delight chocolate, five cans of Solo, and three tubs of chocolate moose.

As for my navy outfit, I was wearing my peach coloured leopard nighty, my blonde hair tied in ferocious piggytails.

But where was I hiding? Our lounge has a special spot behind it. But as I climbed down, I was met by the worst kind of pests. Twinstered. Amber and John. My little siblings.

After signing a contract with my associates, we agreed to work together.

But, at about 11.30pm, I was alone, as my soldiers-in-training had sugar-crashes.

I was about to give up and go to sleep, when a bright light blinded my eyes...For about ten seconds. When my sight returned, I saw a Honey Badger. In my lounge room. The mini bear looked around, and deciding that no-one could see, reached into its pouch, and pulled out presents, all shapes and sizes, planting each one in a stocking. My jaw dropped, my blue eyes widened. We're my earings from Undercover there?

At that point, my eyelids became droppy, and my brain became sleepy. I was forced drifted into an unwanted slumber.

As soon as I came to my senses, I checked my phone. Yep. The video was there. My proof. But I deleted it.

Olivia texted me at 11.00am, to tell me she had fallen asleep, and knocked over her phone. I claimed the same. Because what I had seen, was rarer then a story about Christmas in September. Also, I may need to 'delete' this diary from the planet later

-Ivy Yang Jones