Youngsters’ Forum

A WEIRD CHRISTMAS

November 2nd, 2007

Dear Diary 

I woke up one Monday morning and went out and shovelled all the snow from the neighbourhood paths. I did it all week, but the one on Gordon Street was hard. I walked up the steep path and shovelled the snow away. I broke into a million tears as my cold, crisp fingers stuck to the shovel, even though I was wearing gloves. I finally finished shovelling snow around the mansion. When I got home it was 11:30.
 

My mum said to me, “The cheque from them up at the mansion hasn’t come through yet. We need that money to pay for the bills and electric, and to get food and drink, or we won’t get through the winter.”
 

“I will go up to the mansion tomorrow and get the cheque from them,” I said.
 

The next morning I got to the mansion all ready to shovel snow again, but it was all gone. I walked up the steep hill and into the mansion. The first room I entered was the living room. There were five beautiful dogs lying there, sleeping.
 

I opened the door a bit further and saw a TV, DVD and video, and a big tall tree with a star on the top. I looked around and saw a high chair bouncer and baby toy. I slowly left the living room and went into the dining room.
 

There was a big long table with a table cloth and china plates, very shiny spoons, forks and knives, and Christmas candles in the centre of the table. Above the table was a chandelier. It was amazing.
 

I walked up a twisting staircase and into a bedroom. There were lots of trophies but I couldn’t see what they were for. And there was an awful whiffy smell. I looked round the side of the door and saw a dirty kit, all covered in mud. Yuk!
 

I went into another room and discovered it was the baby’s room. He was sleeping in his cot and there was more baby stuff everywhere. I walked into another room. It was the toilet, and the bath looked like a hot tub, and there was a shiny toilet seat and shiny taps. I looked out of the window and there was a hot tub and lots of grass and flowers. It was beautiful.
 

I came out of the toilet and went into the last room. The people were in here. I thought I will ask them for the cheque. I wiped the sweat off my head and went in. They were sleeping. I stepped on a squeaky toy and it made a loud squeak. The people woke up and gave out a little scream, but no too loud in case they woke up the baby.

By Tiffany
Donbank Primary School
 

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