Santa in the Side Pocket245 words
My family went to my uncle’s house for Christmas Eve. The evening consisted of playing with cousins, dinner and the highlight of the evening: opening a few gifts.
I was greeted by the usual kaleidoscope of M & M’s. I grabbed a large handful and walked into the living room where I discovered a new piece of furniture… a pool table.
My cousins and I played pool all night long. I had so much fun that I wished I asked Santa for a pool table instead of LEGOs.
On the drive home, a bright streak in the sky caught my eye. SANTA!
“Can you bring me a pool table please, Santa?”
“I don’t think Santa will have time to fly all the way back up to the North Pole to get you a pool table, honey,” my mom responded.
I went to bed a little disheartened.
The morning sun hit my face and I sprang into gift opening mode.
I rounded the corner into the living room and…
I ran smack into a kid-sized pool table.
“Thanks Santa!” I shouted. I unwrapped my other gifts so quickly that I had no idea what I received.
I played pool all day long until it was time for bed.
The next day, I woke up and played with LEGOs. I never touched the pool table again.
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