The Red Car
The Red Car
By Lexus Forkas
“What do you think Santa is gunna bring you this Christmas, Johnny?” 6-year-old Sam asked, waiting keenly for Johnny’s answer.
“I think he’s gunna give me that shinny red car I’ve always wanted. My momma said she would try to give it to me for Christmas, before she went away. And I have been saving up for it since I was 5 ½.” When Johnny was almost done his sentence, he started to cry.
“It’s ok Johnny, we all miss our mommy’s and daddy’s.” Sam replied while patting Johnny softly on his back. “But we all know that Santa will give us a nice home, with new mommies and daddies.”
“Ok children; get to bed now, your 10 minutes past your bedtime!” Ms. Erkenbay said. She was a selfish, mean, old woman. With sort red hair and a long bony body. The only thing she loved more than looking at herself, was bossing children around. She only ran the orphanage for the money, and for the single men who attempt to adopt a child. But that’s before she chases them away.
“Yes Ms. Erkenbay, we love you.” All of the children said at once. “Good, now go!”
Ding, ding dang. The alarm clock went off in their bedroom.
“Sam, wake up, its Christmas Eve, Santa’s coming tonight!” Johnny was so excited, that he nearly squashed the other kids trying to get to Sam.
“Sam come on, come on get up!” Johnny rushed to the rugged vanity to get his winter garments. He nearly fell over while putting his ski pants on, because he was talking so fast, and didn’t realize where he was going. When he had finished putting his hat on, he grabbed Sam’s stuff out of the vanity, and ran to him.
“Sam c’mon, let’s go outside,” Sam gradually opened his eyes, and sat up.
“Why are you wearing so many clothes?” asked Sam, in a groggy voice.
“Because Sam, it’s Christmas Eve!”
“Let’s have a snowball fight.” Johnny said. They each got behind the 1-foot wall they built out of snow, and began to formulate snowballs.
“You’re going down Silly Sam!”
“In your dreams Johnny Jones!” that fight went on for about 5 minutes, and then they got bored.
“What if Santa doesn’t come tonight?”
“Well why wouldn’t he come?” asked Johnny. “Well, if our parents don’t want to give us anything, then why would Santa?” Sam was always worrying, and doubting everything.
“Sam, just because they don’t want anything to do with us, doesn’t mean he doesn’t.” “Your right Johnny, Santa will give us presents.”
“Hey you two, you get your butt’s back here right now!” said Ms. Erkenbay.
“I never gave you permission to step even one foot out of this house, let alone leave your bedroom.” “Sorry Ms. Erkenbay, it will never happen again.” They had to say that, or they would be in serious trouble. “You better, go now!”
They nearly tripped up the stairs to get to the bedroom, they ran so hard. When they got into the bedroom, they quickly took off their gear, and sat into the group circle. “You two got in trouble.” One girl said. “Ya, we heard Ms. Erkenbay yelling at you.” Another said. They heard footsteps coming from the stairs. It was Ms. Erkenbay.
“If you children are bad, and mean, then Santa won’t give you presents. He will give you coal!” after that she left.
“I don’t want coal for Christmas.” Said Jaclyn. “Me neither.” Said Tom. All of a sudden, 17 little voices were talking, saying how they don’t want coal. “Sam, will we get coal?” “I don’t think so Johnny, she is just being mean.”
It was now 12:00, all lights out, everything and everyone was quiet. Until there was a soft bang on the roof, that’s when Johnny woke up.
“Sam, I think I heard something on the roof.” He said in a whisper.
“Well that do you think it is Johnny?”
“Santa,” they knew that they couldn’t get out of bed, so they just lay there. “Johnny, I’m getting tired; I want to go to bed.”
“Me to,” said Johnny, “I’m going to bed.”
Sam looked at the clock it was 8:00.
“Johnny wake up, it’s Christmas, we get presents!” Johnny sprung out of bed, and woke up the rest of the kids.
“Children,” it was her “you may come down stairs, to see your presents.” One by one they ran down stairs. When they got to the living room, they noticed that everybody had a box, with their name on it.
“Ok, you can unwrap them!” she said. As they went to unwrap them, Jaclyn reached into her box, and pulled out a big lump of coal. Then, so did everybody. “I told you all that you have to be good, but you were all bad. So you got coal!” “Now go up stairs.”
They marched up stairs, sniffling. Tom kicked his box under his bed, and he heard it hit something. So he looked under his bed, and found a wrapped box that said, To: Tom
From: Santa, miracles DO come true.
“It’s from Santa everybody, look under your beds!” As a result they all looked under their beds, and discovered presents. They opened them, and saw that they got the present they wanted. Tom got his airplane, Johnny got his red car, Sam got his blue truck, Jaclyn got her make up set, and everybody was happy.