original,heres my two cents on a Christmas story,enjoy
I woke to a commotion I opened my eyes from a long day we had,my wife woke too but I told her not too,I slipped out of bed putting on my robe for it was the night before Christmas and not a creature was moving not even stirring too except for me out in this freezing cold and snow,I looked around and around then to see where the commotion was coming from,I saw on my roof top of my house eight reindeer and a sleigh,wanted to call for help but thought it could be my kids playing a joke on me,I turned and grabbed my ladder and climbed it carefully until I reached the rooftop.It was real it wasn't no fake there was even a bag of toys with every name of every kid from around the world,this was real but where was Santa Clause he was no where to be seen,then suddenly as I studied the sleigh a bottle with a note in it fell from the sky,overhead something else I never believe in, a flying saucer flew over my head.I opened the bottle and read the note it said-We have your Santa we will give him back only until you have the elves at Santas workshop make toys for our kids too,we come from the planet Mars but we had a war we now live here on your planet on an island somewhere in the Bermuda Triangle.once you made the toys follow these instructions you will find the island.You have forty eight hours of Earth time' Since I did not want to bother my family and I remember everything right I climbed in the sleigh and then
started shouting out the reindeer's names ,the sleigh began to move up from my house 'I'll be back dear,'I told my wife who was still in our bed dreaming of sugar plums in her head,I cried,'Don't worry all,enjoy Christmas I'll go save good old Saint Nick before Christmas.end one shot idea or story
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