I woke up. It was Friday morning.

Tomorrow would be the weekend. I jumped out of bed. I put on my shirt and red jumper suit. Then I dashed out the door and into Penniford and Saveanna's room.

"It's Friday," I squeaked. "Do you know what that means?"

"That we can go back to sleep?" Penniford asked. "No!" I yelled. "It means that tomorrow we don't go to school."

"Yippee!" Penniford cheered. "I'll go put my shirt on."

"Me too," Saveanna said. We scampered downstairs. Mom was waiting for us. "I see you're up early," She said. "It's only 5:40 am."

"So we can go back to sleep?" Penniford asked, hope in his eyes. He began running upstairs, but I grabbed him by the collar.

"You're not going anywhere," I said. "The early mouse gets the cheese."

"Speaking of cheese," Mom said. "I think you would enjoy a nice bowl of cheddar cereal."

"Yeah!" We squeaked. We dove into our chairs and waited patiently while Mom got some cheddar cereal.

She poured some cereal into the bowl, and then poured cheese milk into the bowl. Then she put it in the microwave and turned it on.

After about twenty seconds Mom took the bowl out. She handed it to me.

"Thank you mom," I said. I took a spoon and started eating.

Mom prepared Penniford and Saveanna's cheddar cereal too.

Then she turned on the T.V. and watched the news.

The weather man on the T.V. said, "There has been a huge weather storm outside. We must cancel all schools for the next few days," He said.

"Yeah!" Penniford squeaked. "We don't have to go to school!"

"That's funny," Saveanna said. "I don't see a storm outside."

We looked out the window. She was right. There was no snowstorm outside.

Then I realized something. There was a snowstorm outside, but there was no snowstorm around our house.

"What's going on?" I asked. I put on my jacket and scampered outside to see what was happening.

My jaw hit the ground. There, resting on our roof was Santa's sleigh. Twelve reindeer stood in front of it. The first one had a red nose.

"Rudolph," I gasped.

Mom ran outside.

"Oh my gosh," She gasped.

"Benjamin?" A voice called. I turned around. Geronimo was outside with his jacket on. He was scampering to our house.

He looked up at Santa's sleigh. "I knew it," He said. "Santa's real."

"What do you mean?" I asked. "When I was a child, so many years ago, on Christmas Eve when I was supposed to be asleep I walked outside and do you know what I saw?" He said.

"What did you see?" I asked. "Santa Claus eating the cookies and drinking the milk before he poured presents under our Christmas tree."

"Wow," Penniford gasped.

"And then with a "ho, ho, ho" The mouse jumped up the chimney," Geronimo finished.

"Ho, ho, ho," A voice laughed from the top of the roof. "It's Santa," We all said. "Climb in, all of you," He said.

"How are we supposed to do that?" I asked. Suddenly, I felt myself rise up. I looked down. My feet weren't touching the ground.

I was floating through the air. I looked around. Mom, Penniford, Saveanna and Geronimo were all floating too.

We floated all the way into Santa's sleigh.

We sat down. Bugsy was also sitting in the sleigh. Then, the reindeer floated through the air, pulling the sleigh.

"This is the most magical thing I've ever seen," I said.

Then my eyes widened. I turned around. There, seated beside Santa, was Isaac.

"Isaac?" I gasped. "Punk Rat was right," He said. "I am St. Nick's son."