The Pumpkin (Or is it Santa?)

A heartwarming story that resonates with both children and adults

It was Christmas eve, my favorite day!

I was so excited for all the presents I was going to get from this very special day.

I felt like it was going to take a thousand hours until it was time to open the presents. I kept on wondering if Santa could be a bit earlier for my present, after all, he can't have a break for every day except one, he has to get some exercise!

Finally, it was time to go to sleep after a long weary day. I had a very short dream about Santa giving me a tiny robot I could control. But, right at that moment he handed it to me, I woke up by some clanking sound.

The clanking sound came from the living room where we set up the Christmas tree. I quickly ran downstairs and saw something sparking new --

There was a pumpkin under the tree!

I was so curious so that I went closer, felt and touched the pumpkin. I jumped up in a shock! The top of the pumpkin was falling off and someone was climbing out.

I thought that my eyes were tricking me so I blinked and blinked. When that didn't work, I wondered if it was a dream. So I pinched and pinched. But, it hurt!

Right then, I realized Santa was the one that was climbing out. I was so happy and excited, and meantime I was amazed that how Santa could use a pumpkin instead of a chimney this year.

The miracle time didn't last for long. Santa quickly gave me my present and the rest of my family's and took off. I heard "You were good this year! HOHOHO!"echoing around me. That pumpkin disappeared in a flash too. After that day, I always left milk and cookies at Christmas Eve and dreamed a silver shinny pumpkin.