B-ELF
By Brittney
Christmas is coming again. Santa is always pushing us. Ding! Ding! Ding! “Ahhh!” Those bells get on my nerves. Making toys is hard but testing is fun. Helping Santa is my job. He always yells at me, “Do this! Do that!” It gets on my nerves!!
“B-ELF!” shouted Santa.
“What now?” I yelled.
“How many toys did you make?” asked Santa
“I made zero.” I squeaked.
“What do you mean zero?” shouted Santa.
“I am sick and tired of you yelling at me. I quit!” I yelled.
So I went to Mrs. Claus. We started to talk. Mrs. Claus understood me. She was going through her own problems with Santa Claus. She talked to me and Santa. Finally, he agreed to stop yelling at me.
Santa gave me my job back. He also gave me a five week vacation and a ticket to Hawaii.
I slept in a hotel with a marvelous ocean view. Mrs. Claus wants me to be healthy, so she made me promise to drink healthy and eat healthy.
After the vacation, I went back to the North Pole. Santa and I don’t fight any more. Other elves pull me in to sing with them when Santa leaves on Christmas Eve.