Olivia had been asked to write a story. As she felt it was quite a bore, she chewed on the tip of her pencil. She chewed on another. She looked through her books, but she did not know what to write about.
This went on until night time. She went back to bed sad. Suddenly, an idea whizzed into her mind like a million sparks of electricity. She grabbed the book she was supposed to write in and hid it under her bed. She thought that maybe she could write her dreams. In minutes, she was fast asleep.
A second later, she heard the sound of sleigh bells ringing. Suddenly, Santa arrived. Olivia was spellbound. Santa just laughed and said, "Climb aboard!". Olivia went in the sleigh. Santa took her around the world and she discovered tons of her mystical stories of New Zealand, China, Venice, Mexico and Peru. Olivia hung on every scene. It was a night to remember.
Santa finally took Olivia to his home. He gave her a silk pouch full of beads. He also gave him some hot tea. "Thank you!", Olivia said gratefully. Santa just laughed. "Time to go home!", he said.
When Olivia finally came home, she woke up with a start. She immediately her to her desk and wrote her dream down. Every single bit she wrote down. How Santa took her around the world, the different stories, his home, all were written. She was glad about it.
Yawning, she went to bed again. When she reached it, she heard the jingling sound, from the pouch of coins! Olivia thought, was it really a dream?
This went on until night time. She went back to bed sad. Suddenly, an idea whizzed into her mind like a million sparks of electricity. She grabbed the book she was supposed to write in and hid it under her bed. She thought that maybe she could write her dreams. In minutes, she was fast asleep.
A second later, she heard the sound of sleigh bells ringing. Suddenly, Santa arrived. Olivia was spellbound. Santa just laughed and said, "Climb aboard!". Olivia went in the sleigh. Santa took her around the world and she discovered tons of her mystical stories of New Zealand, China, Venice, Mexico and Peru. Olivia hung on every scene. It was a night to remember.
Santa finally took Olivia to his home. He gave her a silk pouch full of beads. He also gave him some hot tea. "Thank you!", Olivia said gratefully. Santa just laughed. "Time to go home!", he said.
When Olivia finally came home, she woke up with a start. She immediately her to her desk and wrote her dream down. Every single bit she wrote down. How Santa took her around the world, the different stories, his home, all were written. She was glad about it.
Yawning, she went to bed again. When she reached it, she heard the jingling sound, from the pouch of coins! Olivia thought, was it really a dream?
