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Sarah Sues Santa – P.J. Leonard

Chapter Six: Email to Santa

Sarah sat at the vast dining table surrounded by ten boxes of cereal, fresh orange juice and a bowl of
mixed fruit, her head spinning. As she munched on fancy muesli, she thought to herself: this house,
these presents, all this food...how did her parents become so rich so quickly? It was like a dream
come true...
Sarah dropped her spoon into her bowl, and milk splashed across the table. The words of Santa's
reply to her came back to her:
The only thing I ask is that you please visit three houses on the way here.
Of course! Santa had brought her here! Only he would be able to make magic like this happen!
Sarah ran the words of that letter through her head and again. So the other houses he wanted too
show her weren’t different houses really, just their same family house but if their life was different.
This must be if her family was really rich or something. I wonder what will the other houses be
like…
And yet, Sarah still rubbed her chin. Why was Santa doing this? Maybe he got scared when he read
her letter, and granted all of her and her parents’ wishes? If that was true, then she didn't really need
to go to the North Pole. Everything was just perfect here! I should write him another letter, telling
him I don’t want to leave. Yes, that's what I'll do.

She finished her breakfast and returned to the living room. Her parents still hadn't moved.
"What are you doing?" Sarah asked.
"Hmm?"
"You've been on those computers all morning. Why?"
"It's the busiest time for work, Sarah, “this is when all the best business opportunities are. We can't
risk missing out."
"Oh."
Silence. Sarah looked at the log fire, the flames now burning low. Then she looked at the half-
opened pile of presents.
"I need to write a letter," Sarah blurted out suddenly, "To Santa."
Dad looked up at her for the first time. Sarah took a step back.
"Letters?" Dad frowned, "You are so cute, darling. Nobody sends letters anymore. We send emails."
"Well, can I send an email to Santa then?"
Mum snapped her laptop shut.
"I cannot concentrate here," she said, "I'll be in the study."
Mum strode out of the room. Dad laid his laptop aside and knelt next to Sarah.
"Why don't you go and be a good girl and play with all your shiny new toys?” said Dad, eyes still
glued to the screen, “Look, you've got a new computer. Why don't you get that set up and then you
can send that email yourself, eh? Give me a call later, and I'll help you sent up the Wi-Fi."
And with that, Dad picked up his own laptop and left too. The log fire's last flame flickered out, and
a thin trail of smoke curled up the chimney. Sarah scratched her head. The rich versions of her
parents were a bit unfriendly, but maybe she could work on that. They're the same people after all,
right?
Sarah lifted the heavy computer, and after five steps dropped it onto the carpet. This is way too
heavy to carry! She pushed it out into the entryway, and to the edge of the stairs. From down here,
the stairs looked as high as a hill. There was no way she could lift the computer up there. Maybe she
could ask her Mum or Dad for help?
She looked at the many doors spread around the walls. Which one did they go into? She didn't see

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