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An Ornament Story
My name is Natasha. Once, before I was born, my mom and dad had a puppy named Sam. He was a golden retriever. On his first Christmas, my mom gave him an ornament. It was a puppy on a candy cane with a dog tag that said “91” because it was 1991. After my baby brother was born, Sam died. Whenever I look at that ornament, I think of Sam.
Now it is 2005. I still remember Sam. I had just set up my Christmas tree. It was 3:00 in the morning on Christmas day. I went downstairs to see if Santa had come. I ran down the stairs. I accidentally hit the tree and the puppy ornament fell off.
“Oh No,” I said “I broke the puppy ornament!”
I started to go back to bed very sad. Then I heard a “POOF” sound. I turned around. A bright light shone in my eyes. Then I saw the ornament, only it was life-size!
The ornament said “Don’t be afraid.”
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I am the ornament you just broke.” The dog said.
“What’s your name?” I said.
“Look at my dog tag.” He said. So I looked. It said “91”. Huh?
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“Don’t you remember?”
“Of course! Sam’s first Christmas. ‘Sniff’.”
“Now come with me.” He said.
“Where are we going? I asked.
“To a place that I know you will love.” He told me to get my coat and gloves and meet him outside.
When I went outside, he told me, “Think of the happiest thing ever.”
So I did. Suddenly, I started to float in the air! Then I started flying! The puppy held my hand and gave me a piece of the candy cane he was holding. I ate it as we flew. We went past the highest clouds. Then I saw something that looked like gates. It was heaven. No, it couldn’t be, could it?
“91” opened the gates and said, “Welcome to heaven!” At first, I didn’t see anything behind the gates but when “91” opened them, I could see lots of things.
Then we went over to the zoo. It was filled with animals that had died. Then I saw the pet section and guess what?! I saw Sam right in the front!
“Sam!” I yelled. I hugged him very, very tight! Then all the dogs tackled me. By the time I got out of the doggie pile, I had to go. I said goodbye to Sam and I got a picture with all the dogs.
Before I left, “91” said, “What do you want to do next?”
“I know,” I said, “let’s go to the North Pole!”
“Excellent choice,” he said, “because they have a new place at the North Pole where you can see all the nativity sets of the world.”
“Wow,” I said, “let’s go!”
“OK,” he said. So we flew straight down and in a second we were there. We walked around and saw lots of nativity scenes. Then, in the very back of the room, there was someone that I thought I would never see in real life. It was the real Santa Claus and in front of a really big nativity scene.
I whispered in his ear what I wanted for Christmas. “All I want for Christmas is a puppy,” I said.
He said, “Ho, ho, ho, that’s a big wish, Natasha!”
“If you can’t get me a dog,” I said, “then I would like a doll with a toy dog.”
“I could probably get you that,” he said.
“I also want to go home,” I said.
“Now I can get you that!”
So the dog and I went into Santa’s sleigh and we sailed off into the dark, snowy night.
When I got home, “91” said, “What about the ornament? It’s broken and some time your parents will find out.”
“Oh, my gosh, I forgot about it. Help me put it back together. Hurry!”
“You won’t have to,” he said.
“Why?” I asked.
He opened his paws and I saw the ornament. “You fixed it… thank you!” I said.
“It’s different than the other one,” he said.
“How is it different,” I asked?
“Look at the candy cane.” Half of it was gone.
“Where is it?” I asked.
“It is the half you ate.”
“Cool,” I said. I put it on the tree. When I looked back, “91” was gone. As I went back to bed, at 3:01, I remembered Sam and all the fun things I did with him. Also, I remembered my adventure.
The next morning, as I opened my presents, I looked at the ornament. It winked! My parents never knew about the broken ornament and my one minute Christmas adventure!