"Okay time for bed Elaina." Elaina was a typical curious five year old whom had boundless energy always driving her guardians crazy. This night was different, for it was the night before Christmas and the tiny child was nearly bouncing off the walls. "Mommy, Christmas is tomorrow!!!" Elaina said bouncing on the bed. "Now you, settle down." Her mother said tickling her daughter making her giggle loudly. "Now hurry up and go to bed before Santa Claus gets here." "I am in bed, mommy." Elaina said giggling again. "Oh boy this is gonna be fun." Her mother said under her breath. "Can you tell me a story, from that book?" Elaina asked pointing at a tiny red book that laid on the bed. Her mother picked it up and studied it. "Okay but you have to promise me you will go to sleep after I tell it to you." Her mother said with a sigh and sat at the foot of Elaina's bed. "Is it about Christmas?" Elaina asked with curiousity. Yes, ah here it is." Her mother said opening it. "Can it be about that one place?" Elaina asked. "What one place?" Her mother asked. "You know, the place with the dinosaurs." Elaina said laughing. "Oh the Lost World, you mean." Her mother said. "Yeah, the place with the tree house with all those people." Elaina said. "There weren't that many people. There was John Roxton, Margarite Krux, George Challenger, Veronica Layton and Finn." Her mother said. "But still, how was Christmas there?" Elaina asked. "There is only one Christmas I know of and it is written down here." The older woman said.

Elaina bounced on the bed. "Can you tell me that one?" Elaina asked. "Oh fine, Tell me Elaina do you know what a miracle is?" her mother asked. "A mirible?" Elaina asked. "No miracle, well those are magical wonderous happenings that could not be explained. They just happen and it changes ones life. In the Lost World magical things happened during Christmas. Places would pop up out of nowhere, evil creatures of the plateau were turned good for one day, and kids from all over the plateau would have one wishof anything in the world and presents of course. But according to the legend, if you were a good child that wish would come true. Now it had to be a reasonable wish just as if you would ask Santa for gifts. You couldn't wish for the sky to be chocolate pudding or anything. I mean if you asked Santa for that he would probably cross that off his list. Anyway, it was a week before Christmas...