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Christmas - A Narration
A narrative about a christmas tradition
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The year the elves quit
Every year just a week before christmas all the elves get Santa's suit plus sleigh and presents and of course the reindeer but everything changed one year when all the elves quit because one night santa was getting his suit dry cleaned at the elves dry cleaning station were all the do is clean the outfits and make them smell like peppermint candy canes well santa was getting ready for bed mrs,claus was catching up on christmas letters then she walked in with a strong smell of fresh baked cookies and holding 2 letters she said `Lyric wants a pony and her sister to be super pretty so she can look like her when she`s older and Braylin wants some princess and for her brother ninja turtles`
`that's beautiful those girl are on my nice list lyric because she's so kind and Braylin cause she sang the little drummer boy amazing` then the loudest bang echoed the elves room
`aaaaaahhhhh` yelled about 4 elves santa went racing down the hall `what happened here`scherred santa `someone stole all our blankets and clothes and i bet i know who`said steve the elf `it was mrs,claus`
Me why i'd never take anything from anybody you can check the cameras`
The elves all ran down the hallway to go check the surveillance cameras all of a sudden santa was with a stack of blankets
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``i'm so sorry sweety i was gonna go feed them then they got out and into the workshop and started to eat everything i'm so sorry``confessed mrs claus as she started to pick all the wrapping paper that was laying around all over the floor ``uhh that`s okay i`ll just put the reindeer back in the pen and oh all you press is the green button to give them their food``calmly said santa claus he put prancer and dasher away first then the rest then after santa was gonna get the sleigh for christmas but just as he was checking the engine it broke just as it started to stem up the engine was fried and the sprinklers went off and mrs claus screamed for dear life ``were`s the smoke coming
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Emma, Marissa and I are in charge of the making the lefse. This has been our job ever since we were little girls, becoming experts through all our years of experience. My grandma makes the most amazing food and always has enough to feed us for a week. After we stuff ourselves full of delicious, lasagna, salads, and hot dishes all made with love and while the adults lean back comfortably in their chairs, us kids go put on our pajamas and troop downstairs to open our gifts. The most memorable gift would be the ring my grandma gave me that used to be my great-grandmothers who died a couple days after my grandma turned fifteen. My great-grandma loved to travel and had a great passion for fashion, so this circle of metal with a little diamond in the middle and a floral pattern surrounding it, had been bought in California and has been in the family since. “Bang, bang, bang!” A huge pounding comes from the front door. Dogs bark, adults grin, and we race to open the creaky door. Santa Claus, eyes twinkling, dressed in red with coal-black boots, and swinging a sack over his right shoulder, steps inside. He plops down heavily; ringing merry bells and passes them off to David, my brother, telling him seriously to keep ringing them so Rudolf won’t fly away without him. With wide eyes, little David shakes the bells with such rigor that if Rudolf was in the North Pole he would be able to hear them. We each take a turn perching on his knee, hesitant at first but then opening up and telling him our age and that, “yes we have been really, really, really good this year.” As Santa’s beard tickles our chin as we lean in close for a picture and his big belly shakes as he laughs at the same time as you start to giggle. Then he opens his sack and pulls out gifts wrapped in colorful paper for each of us. With a few cookies for the road, crumbs in his beard and a