The Christmas Disaster

It hurts, it really hurts! I don’t like it. It feels like I’m being tarred up in up into a million pieces. It hurts. Will the burning ever stop?

It all happened long ago. Somewhere up in Canada. I was happy the way my life was. Of course I said that at that time. It makes me sad to see all the people who don’t know what life is all about. I know! It’s Christmas! Now when I say Christmas you probably think of presents and family and all those other Christmassy things. You were probably right about one thing. Santa Claus.

I was walking to school when I saw him. He was looking at me. No he was starring at me. When he saw that I was starring back, he walked over to me. I got scared. There he was standing right in front of me. And I was standing helplessly not knowing what to do.

“Hello” said the elf. “I am Gilith.”

“Hello” I said. “I’m Patrick Logan.”

“I know how you are. In fact I have been watching you for a while. And I need you to come with me.”

“Why do I need to come with you?” I asked. “And why have you been watching me?”