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The Mystery of the Missing Toys
By Brandon Daughtery
Mrs. Pearson/Mrs. Miller sth grade
Perry Elementary School
“The toys are all gone!” cried the elves.
“What are we going to do?” Asked Charlie. Santa did not know what to do. He did
not know if he should make the elves work overtime or put it on the news. So he did
both just in case. If no one could find them, the story would be put on the news. It
was finally Christmas Eve, and we did not have enough presents.
“So what do we do?” Said Charlie.
“I do not know.” Replied Santa. I guess we will not have Christmas this year. No, we
can not do that thought Santa and his elves. The children will be sad and might not
believe in Santa anymore.
“We will go find the presents.” Said Charlie. “Okay that’s a go! We will meet out
side. Hurry up its so cold. Get in and lets go.” Charlie ordered. Off we were to find
out who has stolen the presents. First, we went to the Abominable snowman’s house.
“Do you know where my presents are?” Said Santa.
“Santa, they are right here in front of you.” Answered Charlie.
“I know that.” Answered Santa. “We have to put them in the sled, and we have to
leave right away.”
“Up, Up, and away” said Charlie.
“Now that we have delivered all of the presents. I have to tell you something. The
reason I invited you along is because if the Abominable Snowman tries to do that
again you can get him.” Explained Santa.
When Santa Came Over
By Deepa Patel
AP#lO
Perry Elementary School
Mrs. A. Pearson
My parents were sleeping. I got in bed this particular Christmas Eve. Then some
thing cracked. I was afraid to go in the living room. I got out of bed and walked slow
ly to the living room. My heart went thump, thurhpj thump. When 1 got into the liv
ing room, I saw that our Christmas tree was broken into many pieces. I looked all
around and finally saw Santa hiding behind the television. Santa was crying too. He
looked like a huge snowball. I told him that was all right, and everyone has acci
dents. Then I gave him some cookies and milk. I asked him “Why do like to eat
cookies and drink milk?”
He said “We just do.” That night Santa and I fixed the Christmas tree, Santa and I
played games. Finally when I got tired Santa told me to go to sleep. I wanted to help
Santa put the presents around the Christmas tree. Santa told me that I couldn’t
because then it wouldn’t be a surprise. I had an idea. I would stay up until Santa
leaves, so then I can open up all thes presents and put them back together. When
Santa Was about to leave I went into the living room. Suddenly, I fell asleep on the
couch. The next morning my parents saw me sleeping on the couch. They woke me
up, and told me the presents are here. I told them everything about the night before,
but they didn’t believe me and said “You were just dreaming. “ Some people don’t
believe in Santa, but I always will.
A Christmas Poem
By Garrett Baker
Mrs. Pearson’s sth grade
Perry Elementary School
On Christmas Eve all was still, Except for a boy on his window sill. He was a boy
only of three, Looking for a saint who was very jolly. There in the dark night. There
was a light. The boy was so happy, The elders so snappy. A person with a bag, Came
in with a sag. Right then came in, A burglar with a grin. The boy shouted for dad, He
looked really mad. The burglar dropped his bag, With the big, white tag. The dad
went back to bed, Rubbing his head. The glue now looked like clay, That the boy
played with that day. He rubbed it on the floor, Right next to the door. Right off the
bat, Someone was on the roof like that. There was some clattering, Then some small
chattering. Is this the nice elf? Who puts thing on your shelf? Then from the chim
ney covered with ash, Came Ole Saint Nicolas looking like trash. There were pres
ents, big and small, Right in the bag for us all. Then all of the sudden with a wink,
He was gone before the boy could think. The boy woke his parents just in time, To
let them hear those little bells chime. The boy who can now sing, Will never again
hear them ring.
T’was the night before Christmas
By Johnson Boswell
sth grade
Perry Elementary
Mrs. Pearson
T’was the night before Christmas-1 thought I was safe. You know- all kids are so
happy on Christmas Eve. I knew I had to go to sleep soon, Santa wouldn’t come. I
tried so hard but I just couldn’t fall asleep. I was thinking drink of water might help
me _so I got out of bed and went to the kitchen. I got a jar from the cabinet and
walked toward the refrigerator. Just when I was opening the door, a loud “boom” rat
tled the kitchen lights and glasses- The same thing happened again. I ran full speed
toward the door. You couldn’t even guess what it was. What I saw changed the way
I think about Christmas!
I looked up in the sky, I saw them! The reindeer and Santa’s sleigh were high in the
sky. It was him, Santa Claus, gasped for breath from the shocking scene . Then I
watched silently as he dropped something from his sleigh. I thought it was a present
for me- but when it got closer I knew what it was. I ran for cover, but it got me. It
was paralyzing powder. It temporarily paralyzed me into a deep sleep.
When I awoke, I was in a small warm room. I only had a small memory of the pre
vious events. I got up, still dreary, and walked around the walls of the room. I leaned
slightly on the wall and it spun wildly threw me into a new room. This room had a
small hole in the center. A pole was placed in the middle of the hole. I curiously
walked toward the hole, grasped hold of the pole, and slid down.
Around me a mysterious factory was producing bombs. “Mello” said a cold, deep
voice. I spun around in response. The man struck me hard in the face and stomach.
I tripped at his feet and he fell down. He kicked; I ducked. The factory was now an
arena full of elves watching us. This is crazy, I thought, I’m fighting with Santa!
His fist slammed hard into my left cheek, and I fell and rolled. I quickly respond
ed with trying to jump up on him, but someone tackled me from the side. I got up
and judo-chopped both of them. They fell to the ground! I thought I had defeated
them, but 1 heard panting voices from behind.
I turned to look but an object came flying by my head. It exploded, knocking me
sideways into the wall. Feet were running toward me, I could tell. An army of elves
stood before me, ready to battle. They ran toward me, furry in their eyes. Little fists
were hanging over me like cannons.
I ran for the pole that entered the room. When I reached it I scattered to the top. I
was safe, for now. “Don’t think this is the end of it! “An elf yelled as I exited the
room. I believed him because I too was thinking I might face another exciting
Christmas, next year.
Old Saint Nick
By Nathan Bullard
sth grade Mrs. Pearson
T’was the night before Christmas when all were at rest, Down the chimney came an
unexpected guest. He was fairly big; I must say, But just the right size to fit in his
sleigh.
His nose as bright as a cherry,, He wasn’t at all scary. As he delivered some presents
under the tree, How big they were I could not see?
As he filled our stockings with candy, And dusted off his coat fine and dandy. He
turned and winked at me, Quickly I began to flee.
But then he said in a low tone,
“Please don’t tell I’m suppose to be unknown.”
As he went up the so very slick,
I’ll never let the cat out of the bag that he as Old Saint Nick.
Where Are the Toys!
Orlando Dugger
grade
Mrs. Pearson
Perry Elementary
“The toys are ail gone!” cried the elves. Santa was ready to give all of the toys to
all the boys and girls. One of the elves said that the toys were gone. Santa got out
of his car and looked at all of the elves and said, “Where are the toys?” One of the
elves said, “I don’t know.”
The other elf said, “They were just here when we made them!” Santa got in his car
and flashed away quickly. “Santa is really mad, “ said the master elf. I guess we
have got to make some more toys for Christmas. Are you crazy master? “I am not
crazy,” stated the master elf. Santa was riding in his car when he saw a huge bag of
toys on the ground. Santa got the toys and went back to the elf shop.
“I found it,” said Santa. Santa was now able to give every boy and girl their toys.
One day the elves cried, “Santa, Santa!” Santa came walking down saying, “what?”
“The toys are gone. What are we going to do?” Santa was worried. “Where are
they?” he asked. “We don’t know, sir!” responded the elves. But we think Sara took
the toys, you know, the mean and selfish one. Santa moaned, “I knew I shouldn’t
put her on the good list.” The elves said, “Come on, there is no time to lose.” Santa
go the sled and rode to her house. When he got there, he went through the door and
said, “Sara! What are you doing?” “Just playing with toys I stole from you.” “Sara,
give us our toys back,” ordered Santa. She did. So Santa said, “Sara, I am very dis
appointed so I will have to give you rocks this year.” Which he did. When Santa go
back to the North Pole, he relaxed and got his sled ready for work. At the last house
he left a note that said: Dear Sara, lam very disappointed. Why did you take the
toys? Well, Merry Rockmas Sara.
Love, Santa.
Dana Barnett
s th Grade
Mrs. Pearson/Mrs. Miller
Perry Elementary
“The toys are all gone,” cried the elves. So they called me, Wolf Dog, and my assis
tant, D-Dawg. We were out looking everywhere. My assistant was taking the mis
sion seriously. We went to see Santa. Santa said, “The human hotdog.” D-Dawg
said, “Let’s go. You can’t trust Santa Claus.” I said, “Why?” He said, “Because
you’ll never know what evil plan he’s up to.” So we sat on a bench and waited for
another clue. Then I saw a flying object in the sky coming closer. I said, “ D-Dawg,
look!” He just said, “Sit down and be quiet.” It landed and hotdog people cam out.
They got in my face and started screaming, “Hotdog.” I told them that if they want
ed a mint I have some. They said, "That’s just what they wanted! They gave all the
presents back. My assistant looked mad. I said, “What is wrong with you?” He
said, “You always mess stuff up.” I said, “How?” He said, “ I was just going to eat
them!”
Ronterious Napier
s*h Grade
Mrs. Pearson/Mrs. Miller
Perry Elementary
The Night Before Christmas
Jaelicia Bibbs
Grade
Mrs. Pearson
Perry Elementary
‘Twas the night before Christmas. My sister and I were fast asleep. It was in the
middle of the night that I had to go to the bathroom. As I was turning on the lights
1 heard a “grrrr” sound. At first I thought it was my mommy snoring then I thought
it was the refrigerator. I was so curious to find out what it was. I went downstairs
to find out. I was so startled. I saw this animal. It was brown with dark red spots,
and black beady eyes, and you never would guess what it doing. I’ll tell you any
way. The beast was wrestling Kris Kringle. I was frozen like an ice cube. All of the
sudden I saw a little elf figure flying around my head. I took a glance at it. It looked
familiar. Then I stared at it closely. It was Lucille, my old imaginary friend. She
chanted, "Go help Kringle. Save him from Bobevil.”
I whispered, “You mean Bobevil from Narnia?”
She replied, “Yes I do. He has come to destroy Kringle because he wouldn’t tell him
where Aslan was.” “Well, it looks like I’ll have to save him,” I shouted. Then he
looked at me sharply like a speeding bullet. I came down the stairs like a bold bear.
Then I shouted, “You want some of me, you can have some of me.” We began to
fight. I struck the first punch. Then he tried to hit me, but I dodged his punch. Then
I threw him across the room. He was finished. That’s how I saved Kringle. And
for that, he gave my sister and I extra presents. I’ll never forget that moment for the
rest of my life.
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The Houston Home Journal is continuing its new section, “The Front
Page.” These selections give readers a chance to see what wonderful
things our children do in the classroom. Our teachers do a fantastic job
focusing on literacy, and our children are developing strong skills as writ
ers and readers. Each week, you will be able to sample some exciting*
things coming out of Perry’s elementary schools. Enjoy!
Dear Santa,
I’m not really, really sure what I want, but I hope I’ve been good this year. I don’t
really want a lot of stuff because I’ve got plenty of stuff already. I’ll leave some
fresh baked cookies and a cold glass of milk on Christmas Eve. I’ve always won
dered what it looked like in your workshop, but I uses I’ll never know. Also I’ve
always wondered how many elves you have because it must be a lot to make all those
toys! Well, anyway, thank you for all those toys every year.
Sincerely,
Savanna Moody
2 nd Grade
Mrs. Martinez
Kings Chapel Elementary
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Dear Santa,
I think I’ve been good this year. I really don’t know what I want for Christmas this
year. The only thing I want is a puppy, a four-wheeler, and a motorcycle. If you see
me write down more things, please, please, could I have them. Or if you can’t give
me that, I hope you can give me something else. I love you, Santa Claus. Thank
you for the gifts last year. An I ask you again, could you please get me those things
I ask for? Thank you Santa Claus. I wish you could please at least give me one of
those things. Thank you Santa Claus.
Lave,
Savanna Ransom
2 nd Grade
Mrs. Martinez
Kings Chapel Elementary
My Best Christmas
Rae Evans
Grade
Mr. Bareither
Kings Chapel Elementary
My best Christmas will be when my mom’s neck is well from surgery. She had sur
gery because she had a knot in her neck. They don’t know what it is.
I hope her neck is better because she can’t sleep as it is, so how can she sleep when
Santa comes?
I asked mom, “What do you want for Christmas?” She answered, “A necklace
charm.” What do you want?” mom asked. “A necklace charm too,” I stated.
Mom’s neck is sort of better. It will probably not be better by Christmas, but 1 just
hope mom’s neck is better by Christmas, I really hope so.
What Christmas Means to Me
Carson Albritton
Grade
Mr. Bareither
Kings Chapel Elementar
I think the true meaning Christmas is not taking, but giving, sharing, and caring for
others. We are wealthy and thankful for what we have, but think of some of the peo
ple that are not like us that are not wealthy and thankful. We are thankful that we
have family and friends that care for us and watch over us. Thank the Lord for what
he has given us. Thank our parents for giving us clothes, food, and presents on
Christmas.
Christmas Traditions
Tom Tuggle
2 nd Grade
Mrs. Nunn
Westfield Schools
Christmas for our family begins on Christmas Eve. My big family of about 30 peo
ple meet at the Methodist Church for communion. Afterwards we all go to a party
and then we come home and get some cookies and milk for Santa and get ready for
bed. Then my dad wakes me up. And my dad, mom, sister, and I come back in the
den where our presents are and we open them. Then we go to my Grandparents’
house. My family is there and my aunt, uncle, and cousins are there. We all eat
breakfast and we open presents. We spend the rest of the day playing with our new
toys. Then we have a good meal at my house.
We get a Christmas tree and decorate it. After we decorate the tree we play a game
with an ornament shaped like a pickle. My Dad hides the pickle. Whoever finds
the pickle gets a present but really everyone gets a present. My brothers and I take
a picture with Santa Claus. We decorate our house with decorations. This year my
grandmother and I are going to the Nutcracker just the two of us and I get to spend
the night with my Nana. On Christmas Day we rush downstairs to see what Santa
brought us. We go to eat lunch at my Grandmother’s house and open presents.
McKinley Walton
2 nd Grade
Mrs. Nunn
Westfield Schools
My Mimi and Poppa come to spend the night with me. Then I wake them up on
Christmas morning and run to the Christmas tree. We open presents and play and
play with them.
True Tolleseon
2 nd Grade
Mrs. Nunn
Westfield Schools
My family celebrates Christmas by going to the Byron tree farm and cutting a real
Christmas tree. We go to the Mall and get a picture taken with Santa Claus. Then
we go to my Nanna and Pop’s and eat barbeque. After we eat at my Nanna and
Pop’s we go to Mimi and Papa’s house and eat turkey. After we eat at my Mimi
and Papa’s, they take my sister and me to see the Christmas lights. We sing carols
to our friends. Then we buy Mom and Dad and my Uncle John a present.
London Beamon
2 nd Grade
Mrs. Nunn
Westfield Schools.
DECEMBER 24, 2002