Santa's Scary Sunday

• Kyle Greig, Grade 3
• Short Story
• 2009

Hi my name is David. Well, actually, my name is Santa. Do you want to hear about my Scary Sunday? Okay, it all started when I was 30 years old. It was one week to Christmas, the worst time of the year. All my elves were buying and making presents, my wife was making dinner, I was watching rugby, the All Blacks were in a competition with the New Zealand Warriors, anyway, that night I heard a noise. I checked the workroom. Nothing. I checked outside. Oh no, my enemy Jack Frost was there. Oh great, he saw me. I ran away. One of my elves saw what I was running from. He charged at Jack but got frozen. I grabbed my sword and chased him to the icy river. He pulled out his sword. We had a big fight until finally I cut off his arm. He fell into the water. That was the end of him. After that I unfroze the elf and cleaned up the blood. I had saved Christmas and everybody was happy once again.
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