Why Is Snowflake Wrong

One night, Santa Clause was delivering gifts at an orphanage. One of the toddlers at the orphanage wakes up and climbs out of his crib. “BANG” he fell on the ground and started to crawl towards Santa Clause gift sack. Buddy starts his journey once he got into Santa’s gift sack. Santa did not realize that a toddler snuck into his gift sack. Santa arrives back to The North Pole, and the elves and him hear something moving in the sack. A second later a baby crawls out of the gift sack. Santa and the elves were in shock when they saw the baby. The baby’s name is on the baby’s

As the story moves along Sam out the elder in different situations to see if he would eat the green eggs and ham, but to Sam’s dismay the elder wouldn’t. Finally after trying and trying and trying Sam gets the elder to try the Green eggs and ham. One of the most popular stories by Dr. Seuss is the classic How the Grinch Stole Christmas. This story became so popular that Universal Studios not only picket it up for a movie, but also a whole theme for their Christmas season theme park. In this story the Grinch loathes Christmas and the who’s with every fiber of his being. The Grinch presents himself as socially cut off from the who’s down in whoville. He lives on top of Mt. Crumpit with his dog Max. All of this hate is because his heart is two sizes too small (and this time he’ll keep it off). He finally had enough of the Who’s bangboozaling and clangclangaling so he devised a plan to steal Christmas. After Santa Clause came and delivered all the presents to the houses he would sneak in, in his Santa Clause suit and steal every present, every light, every decoration, every tree, and all of the food for the feast. He even stole the roast beast! He would empty the houses one by one and he didn’t leave anything. Not even a crumb big enough for a mouse. So as he got done with emptying the houses and was about to dump everything over Crumpit he heard a noise, a weird

Dear Santa, hey it’s your good pal Scar the one from the kingdom of Lion King. Animals think I am such a bad lion for killing Mufasa. Also for taking over his kingdom, finally for bringing hyenas into their kingdom.

Hey Santa it’s your old pal swiper the fox and I know that I’m known for swiping. Hey It was hard to write with paws as hands. Pulse it was hard to find a mailbox in the middle of the woods.

In this story a father takes his son skiing with specific instructions to get him back home for dinner on Christmas eve. In the story, they boy’s mother is very reluctant to let the boy go with his father because of an incident that had happened in the past, “He’d had to fight for the privilege of my company, because my mother was still angry with him for sneaking me into a nightclub during his last visit, to see Thelonious Monk” (Wolff). It is made apparent that the mother does not trust the father as much as she should, but she allows the father to take the boy skiing. The father and son are having a good time skiing when it starts to snow. The father disregards the fact that it is snowing and decides to keep skiing a little while longer. Cutting it close to the timeline, the father is trying to get his son home in time so he does not get in trouble with the mother. It is at this point where a state trooper tells them that the road they need to take is closed due to the excessive amounts of snow. They then go back to a diner that they passed on the way out. “I can’t let that happen.” He bent toward me. “I’ll tell you what I want. I want us all to be together again. Is that what you want?” “Yes sir.” He bumped my chin with his knuckles. “That’s all I needed to hear” (Wolff). It is at this point in the story where the father decides that he is going to get his son home for Christmas eve. He drives on the road even

Never mind I have to go...aaaah! What did you do! Why did you SMASH my snow glob?

Raphael went over to his boss and said, “Can I please be one of Santa’s helpers? I’ll teach them how to ride.”

Ed Sullivan Fuels the Fire of Beatlemania For me, and children all around, there is no better feeling than waking up on Christmas morning, running downstairs, and seeing all the presents under the tree. But when you were born on the glorious day of December 25, Christmas is just that much sweeter. I ran to wake Ryan, Stephen, Mom, and Dad up because I wanted to start opening presents as soon as possible. I grabbed my air horn and burst into Ryan and Stephen’s room and blared the air horn as loud as it could go.

“Mom guess what! We caught santa! His outside in our cool trap,” yelled energetic Dakota.

Laughter echoes through the blurry halls, golden lights and green, rosy plants all you can make out. The ripping of paper is heard around you, a ball of brightly colored paper with golden designs fly by you. Angry hollering followed by more laughter replaces the rest of the noise. It

Santa, to this day I have not seen that precious girl even for a moment. And now, my skin is as wrinkly as an elephant. I realize that’s not the end of the world, but

Ice King: You silly dog! Why did you hit me with that ball? Jake: I did not! It’s your fault because you’re standing there! Ice king: It’s your fault because you are playing here! Jake: What’s with you if I’ll be playing here? Ice King: What’s with you if I’ll be standing here? Jake: (stick his tongue out and annoys the Ice King) Ice King: Hrrrr! You!!!! I will turn you into ice for that! Jake: Bring it on, Ice King! (They are in a fighting ninja position) Ice King: Afraid dog? I bet your human friend cannot help you! Jake: He’s not my friend anymore. . . (sad) He hates me! (angry) Ice king: That’s sad. . . But still I will transform you into ice! Hahahahaha! Gunther baby, get daddy’s coat.

The ability to tell Santa about your fondest dreams seems to resonate with children and adults alike. Dick and his band of elves have passed along notes appealing to Santa’s spirit of charmed kindness that sometimes appear to be more of a cry for help and hope rather than a request for a gift.

“Falael!” An elderly elf barked, his long pointed ears quivering, “Pull up the tracker! What is it? The last one Code Red was a decade ago!” I glanced up, shocked that he was speaking to me. “Uh,” I stammered, rapidly tapped out the commands with my long slender fingers, bringing out the livestream. “Here’s the gist,” I reported, touching my headset, “Santa is…” My eyes bugged out, and I gulped, choking down a laugh. “Uh…” I giggled, “Apparently,

Eid:The magical holiday of muslims A blanket of snow envelops the ground. Bright lights are strung up on houses and laughter and cheers are heard everywhere. Silhouettes of people sipping hot chocolate can be seen from outside. A perfect fairytale Christmas!