"Oh sure, honey," said Mom politely.
"Thanks, Mom," replied Caitlin.
Three days later: Christmas Eve
I was sleeping in my room and I heard a big "bang, crack, boom" and I woke up. I got up, grabbed a bat, and went out to the hallway. I peeked around the corner. I almost whacked the person, but guess who it was? It was Santa Claus. I ask, "Why are you here, Santa?"
"Because I lost my red sports car, and I can't find it!" said Santa.
"That sounds like your problem, not mine!" sassed Caitlin.
"You're the only one who can help me find it," said Santa.
"How? I'm not magical like you are," questioned Caitlin.
"You are magical, but you just don't know it," said Santa.
"Really, can you help me find my magical ability?" excitedly asked Caitlin.
"If you help me find my sports car," replied Santa.
"Okay, I will. Where did you last see it?" asked Caitlin.
"Well, I was driving, and I saw a reindeer on the side of the road. I pulled over and picked him up and he left me a little present on the backseat. So I went to the cleaners and had it cleaned, but then before I knew it, it was gone!" exclaimed Santa.
"Okay, I think I know where it is then. If you didn't see it after the cleaners then you must have left it there, so let's go there first," said Caitlin.
"Okay, do you want do drive my sleigh?" asked Santa.
"Oh my gosh, can I?" answered Caitlin.
"Sure, I don't care, but don't crash it,'' said Santa.
"No promises there, sir!" said Caitlin.
"Oh my, wait let me correct myself!" Santa cried. Boom, crash, bang.
"Sorry," apologized Caitlin.
"Well, there's no damages so let's roll and I'm driving," yelled Santa.
"Okay," said Caitlin.
Finally we are at the cleaners and there's no car, so we check the station Still no car. Last we check Jack Frost's house and garage.
"Hey Santa, there's your sports car!" screamed Caitlin.
"Now why would it be here? I always knew he was up to no good," cried Santa.
"Okay let's just get the keys and get out of here!" cried Caitlin.
"I'm taking my car back Jack, " Santa told.
"Oh you are?" questioned Jack.
"Yes, I am. Now let me and my daughter go!" yelled Santa.
"What do you mean by daughter, Santa?" asked Jack Frost?
"Nothing. I meant little girl," said Santa suspiciously.
"Santa, just tell us the truth and you can have your car back before Christmas morning," said Jack.
"Okay well, Caitlin is my daughter. Her mother is my wife, so that makes her Mrs. Claus!" spilled Santa.
"See now, was that so hard?" asked Jack.
"Actually, yes, it was," exclaimed Santa.
"You're my father? Oh my gosh! Santa Claus is my father! he is my father!" excitedly said Caitlin.
" Yes, I am, so Jack, can I have my keys, and we can get out of here?" asked Santa.
"Sure, the keys are over there," said Jack.
"Thank you!" said Santa.
So we were heading back and I was on my way to bed when he says, "I love you!"
"I love you too Dad." While I spend the best Christmas ever, we planned every Christmas with him at the shop. My dad is definitely the coolest by far.
-The End-
