The Longest Christmas List Ever
The Longest Christmas List Ever by Gregg and Evan Spiridellis. The puppeteers are Madison and Madi.
The puppets are made by Mr. Riggs and it’s narrated by me my name is Mikayla. On Christmas morning not so long ago, In a house on a hill, all covered in snow.
Asleep in his bed was a little boy, Trevor, Who dreamed it would be the
best Christmas ever. His parents were snoring at 5:45 when Trevor
crashed into their bed with a dive, “Wake up! Wake up! Ya gotta come see! All
of the presents are stacked under the tree!” He ran out of the bedroom and bounced down
the stairs. There wasn’t a doubt that St. Nick had been there. “A scooter! A game box! Two trucks that
collide!” He tore open gifts and tossed them aside. Then it suddenly hit him, the one thing he’d missed… “A fluffy brown puppy was not
on my list!” Trevor knew what to do and he didn’t postpone it.
“I’ll start next year’s Christmas list this very moment!” He snatched up a notepad, a pen, and a seat, and he started his list at the top of the sheet. At first, he thought small, like lizards and
trolls but quickly his list spiraled out of control… a remote-controlled plane with a camera inside! An invisible robot that’s easy to hide!
Binocular glasses with night-vision mode! A rip-roaring go-kart to tear down the road!
Suction cup shoes to walk on the ceiling! A nuclear jetpack, now that sounds appealing! Trevor kept writing, day in and day out. His pads filled up boxes, now scattered about! They spilled out of his room and into the hall, then snaked down the stairway and climbed up the wall! By spring Trevor’s list stretched 500 feet.
By summer it made its way onto Main Street …
By fall it was two blocks beyond the bookstore … By winter it reached the post-office door. Trevor stepped up to the counter inside “I
must mail my list,” he said with great pride. But the mailman let out a hoot and a holler, “To send this whole list would cost Six Trillion Dollars!”
Trevor then emptied his little coin box: A nickel, two dimes, and three dirty rocks.
“One bit of advice if you’ve got just a quarter. Go back to your list, and make
it much shorter!” Trevor was stricken with panic and fear. There
wasn’t much time — Santa’s deadline was near! He worked day and night, without breaks to eat, to try and squeeze everything onto one
sheet. But time, it was short, and his letter tremendous. He missed Santa’s deadline and felt plain horrendous.
That Christmas Eve, Trevor lay in bed, joyless. He knew in the morning that he would be toy-less. “What was I thinking? Where was my head? I asked for too much — I’ll get nothing instead. In the morning he trudged down the stairs
without glee, certain there’d be nothing under the tree. But mom and dad must have sent Santa a letter…. ’cause a puppy appeared and POUNCED little Trevor! They rolled on the floor and took turns giving
chase. Trevor squealed in delight at the licks on his face. His prior mistake is now clear: it takes love — not toys, to bring Christmas Cheer.
The end.
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