Dear Santa,
Before I say what I want for Christmas, can I ask you something? Yesterday when I was walking home from school I saw some people sitting against a house. They were all covered in mud and they looked sad. It was really cold out, and I wondered why they weren't in their house. When I walked closer, I saw that there was a girl that looked about my age and a little boy and a lady that might have been their mom. When I got home and told mommy about them, she said that there was something wrong inside their brains and never to go by them. I asked her if I could make them cookies and she said that they were bad people and not to give them any. So my question is: can you give them some of the cookies I left out for you? I'll leave a few extra, so you can have a lot, too.
This is what I want for Christmas:
A toy fire truck
A big spider (to keep as a pet)
Mice (to feed the spider)
A reindeer like the ones you have
A baseball bat
A jigsaw puzzle
A magic wand so I can turn my sister into a frog
A deck of cards
A football
Thanks! Love, Thresh
Author's Note~ A big thanks to all of the people who reviewed this story and my last one! Also, I had this idea that if you liked this story but don't have the time and effort to write a lengthy review (trust me, this happened to me many times before), can you just click the review button and write a smiley face? It takes less than five seconds of your time and it means a lot to me. So if in the near future you see that I read your story and type a smiley face into the review, it means that I liked it!