Secret+Santa

Winning a treasure is not just happiness, but a memory. Believing is succeeding, and believing is seeing believe in your own thoughts, not what other people think. It was a cold and breezy day at Seal creek school. People were joyful and wearing red, spreading happy thoughts through out the hall way and in the cafeteria, but most of all everyone was talking about Santa Claus. Shaylynn Ron was a third grade girl with bright brown hair, she was a skinny girl, as short as a second grader, with a big and loving heart. This was the best day ever for her, this was the last day before winter break and she couldn't wait to go to the seal creek mall and sit on Santa's lap. Just five minutes before the bell was going to ring and everyone would escape to the cold winter current, a big seventh grader came up to her, with a snotty grin. “I can tell you right now that Santa Claus isn't real, nether are the ones at the mall, little lobster!,” Shouted the boy. “Yes he is, he is and he eats all of my cookies and carrots on Christmas Eve.” Shalynn quiverd. “Well then if he, is why don't you ask for his atoghrah???” The snotty boy demanded. “Fine I will! I'll show you that he is real, you you meanie!” Shaylnn replied about to gush out in tears. Shaylnn was really starting to rethink about what the bully said to her on the way to her house, getting a ride on the bumpy school bus. It was just her luck, the seventh grade bully was appearing from the squeaky doors. “Hey Drake, I bet you really had that little girl going when you told her that there was no Santa Claus, don't you think?” One of the boys friends questiond. “Oh yeah when I saw her dash away she had tears in her eyes,” Drake responded. Drake and his friends gave out a hardy laugh. Shylnn was distingusid. She thought of it very appalling and rude. “Hey Shaylnn, whats up?” her friend Kati asked. “A mean bully came up to me and said Santa Claus wasn't real!” She was about to ooze with tears again. “Of course Santa is real, what are you talking about?? Who told you that?” She replied. “A seventh grade boy named Drake, I think that is his name.” “Drake? My brother is best friends with Drake why would he say that?” Kati was trying to be as comfroting as possible, and when Shaylnn pulled up to her house she didn't want to leave the smelly seat. “Hi honey how was school, I have something planned for you and your twin sister to do tomarrow after we go to the mall! What's wrong? Your crying.” Mrs. Ron greeted. “Someone, Santa- told- FAKE!” Shalynn replied. “Ahh don't worry about what other people think, everything you beilive is right there, in your heart and you have to beilive that, and your a sweet and loving girl, no bully is going to change that for you. Who was this person anyways?” “A guy named Drake, he is best friends with Kati's brother.” Shaylnn was feeling much better now. That night Mrs. Ron called Drake's house and exclaimd what he had done to his mom. The family had made cookies and milk for Santa, and carrots for the raindeer. Soon to come the next morning the dish would be gone.