The Perfect Christmas
Once upon a time there was a 10 year old boy named David. It was early December in 1999 and everyone in his class thought he was weird because he still believed in Santa Claus. Everyone was being a bully to him saying that only babies believe in Santa Claus. They all said that the parents are the ones that just wrap the presents and write that it’s from Santa, and that they also eat the cookies and drink the milk. He decided he had to do something about it, and fast. It was December 23, just two days before Christmas, and David was super excited about it that he could hardly wait. Suddenly, he had an idea. He thought maybe if he could just rip just a small piece of wrapping paper off of one of the presents and just peek to see what it was, that he could then wait till Christmas morning to open it. That night he sneaked downstairs and slowly crept toward the tree. He dug through the presents until he found one that was his, slowly ripped the corner open and looked to see what...