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Sarah Sues Santa – P.J. Leonard

"Don't you dare move!" Dad yelled from her bedroom window, and he disappeared from sight.
Through the nearby window, all of the adults all stared at her. She turned and ran.
The snow was soft and fresh, and she kept tripping up, but the red postbox in the distance was
getting closer and closer. Please work, she thought, clutching the tickets tight in her fist, please,
please work…
Sarah heard the roar of an engine behind her. She peeked over her shoulder and saw two angry-
looking headlights of what looked like an off-road car racing towards her. She forced herself to
keep running. Come on! Almost there!
The lights from the car blazed brightly on the postbox as she threw herself at it, as though giving it
a hug. The car swerved to the side, and out stepped Dad. Sarah could barely see him through the
blazing car lights.
"Sarah!" He called, "What on earth are you playing at? Get in the car!"
"Sorry Dad," said Sarah, taking one of the tickets and inserting it into the letterbox, "But I don't
belong here. And Santa says I need to see two more houses!"
The postbox opened, and that same warm golden light spilled out. Sarah stepped inside, and once
again everything went dark.

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