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It was a snowy December day here in Dinkytown. The kids in house #11 were eating breakfast when they heard a knock on the door.
The mom yelled from the other room, “I’m too tired to answer the door. You go get it, Dan”
The person who was knocking on the door now was also verbally saying “Knock, knock” because he was standing there freezing in the cold.
The oldest child, Dan, who was 9, was frustrated that the person couldn’t wait during the delay and he told the person in the cold, “I heard you knock, knock! You don’t have to say knock knock when you knock knock you knock knocker!”
“Who is it?”
“It’s the mailman!”
Dan opened the door. “Is it a package for me?” he asked curiously, forgetting the fact that he was in his jammies and was freezing from the cold.
“Um, no. I can’t find house #24. Do you know where it is?”
Just then, Callie and Amy, Dan’s 5-year-old twin sisters, took the box from the mailman and jumped into their cannon and pulled Dan in. Dan pushed a button and they were shot across town over the snowman in the middle of the town towards house #24.
Well, not really “over” the snowman. They grazed the side of the head, and while the head fell off the snowbody, they made it safely over to house #24. They rang the doorbell and Micah opened the door and pulled them into the warmth of his house.
“What did you bring for me?” Micah, who was nine like Dan, asked excitedly.
Before Dan could reply, Amy pulled the box out of Micah’s reach. “No guarantee that this box is for you!”
“Yeah!” Callie replied. She usually just copied Amy. “It could be for your mom or dad!”
Micah smiled and changed the subject, “Wanna watch TV with me?”
“Sure!” was the resounding cry.
They gathered eagerly on the couch just as the commercials started.
“You missed the most amazing thing!” Micah said excitedly. “One of Santa’s elves was a bad egg and switched the ‘good’ and ‘bad’ list! Now Santa’s delivering gifts to the bad kids!”
“Wow!” Callie said breathlessly.
After a very long and boring commercial about a blender that didn’t make any sense, a man dressed like Santa announced, “This is the one, the toy that you’ve been after! It’s plenty of fun and the cost doesn’t matter!”
“Didn’t I hear that on YouTube or something like that before?” Dan mumbled.
“I am presenting to you . . . Screwdriver Kevin the Robot!”
“Ohhhh!” The kids said as their eyes grew.
“He has a screwdriver on his left hand and if you ask him, he’ll tell you what the true meaning of Christmas is. Screwdriver Kevin, what is the true meaning of Christmas?”
“Christmas means getting a new car!”
“Great! What else?”
“Christmas is about eating candy and opening presents.”
“Amazing! So, what can you tell the kids watching this?”
“Garrett Vandenburg has more toys than you!”
“So go ahead and buy him! It’s not all that expensive, just $1,027.51!”
The TV show all forgotten, the kids ran in different directions.
Micah ran to his parents and asked, “Can I have a car for Christmas?”
Dan, Callie, and Amy ran out of the house, trying not run into the other whining kids in the street, and ran into their home.
Dan ran to his dad, “I need Screwdriver Kevin for Christmas.”
Amy whined to her very tired mom, “Garrett Vandenburg has more toys than me!”
“Who’s Garrett Vandenburg?” her mother wondered.
“But I want more candy!” Callie yelled.
“And that’s the true meaning of Christmas! WHHHAAAHHHH!” both girls cried.
It took the rest of the day to calm all the kids in town.
But there was one who was enjoying the show. The toy maker who made Screwdriver Kevin, Mr. Berkley, was watching them in his tall tower. He laughed so hard that one of the robots that he made got so scared that he jumped out of the window and ran away. He wasn’t looking where he was running that he tripped over a rock and rolled down the hill.
The next day, Micah and his parents went sledding. After they had sled for over an hour, Micah’s dad said, “All right, one more ride down. Let’s go higher up the hill so we can have a long ride down.”
Micah leap for joy and started running up the hill as his parents tried to keep up with him.
After Micah’s dad boosted off the sled, Micah cheered as they went faster and faster down the hill.
Then, the sled mysteriously tipped over.
What will happen? How the sled tip over? Will anyone get hurt? Why are you even reading this story? Well, come back for part two of this story!
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