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Sarah Sues Santa – P.J. Leonard

Smack! Something wet and cold hit her in the cheek, and she heard Lisa laughing.
"Caught you daydreaming!" Lisa laughed, "Come and get me!"
Lisa charged away, kicking up snow behind her.
"You're in trouble now!" Sarah said, grabbing two big handfuls of snow and squashing them
together to make a snowball the size of a football. She ran after Sarah, roaring like a monster and
Lisa screaming in pretend terror. Sarah backed Lisa into a corner between a car and a pile of
shoveled snow.
"Got you now!" Sarah declared. She raised the snowball over her head - and slipped, falling
headfirst in the snow, her own snowball hitting her in the back.
Lisa laughed so much she was nearly crying. Sarah pulled herself up to her feet, and was about to
gather more snow for another try when - smack! - a snowball flew over her shoulder and hit Lisa
straight in the face, stopping her laughter straight away.
Sarah spun around. Adam, the boy who lived two doors down, had his arms raised to the air in
victory.
"Gotcha!" He said.
Sarah and Lisa looked at each other. Then they chased after Adam. Soon, every kid on the street
was in a huge snowball fight, and the air was thick with balls of white flying through the air and
exploding on faces, jackets, walls and windows. By the time Mum called them for dinner, Sarah
was wet, cold and very, very happy. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had so much fun.
Saying goodbye to the other kids who were now teaming up to make a giant snowman, Sarah and
Lisa headed back into number 12.
Inside, the house was warm and full of the smell of cooking meat and vegetables. Mum, Dad, Uncle
Foster and Aunt Tilly were bustling about the little house carrying trays, pots and pans.
"You two look like ice lollies!" Said Aunt Tilly, peering at them from the living room, "Sarah, go
ask your Mum if you can have a quick bath before dinner. There's a bit of time left before the food
is ready.

There wasn’t enough time for the boiler to heat up, so Mum boiled a couple of kettles of water and
poured them into the bath. The bath was tiny, barely big enough for one person. But Sarah and Lisa
were still quite small, so to save time they squeezed into the bath together, and continued their
snowball fight by splashing water at each other, then making waves that sloshed over the edges of
the bath and made the mat underneath all wet. Sarah couldn’t stop giggling the whole time.
Mum knocked on the door. “Dinner will be ready in five minutes,” she said, “You two should get
dried off now.”
It was difficult to get out of the warm bath, but the smell of the food downstairs somehow made its
way through the door and to Sarah’s nose. She and Lisa stood up, shivering in the cold air, wrapped
towels around themselves and ran to Sarah’s room to get changed. Sarah’s cheeks still hurt from
laughing and smiling so much.
“Oh, you got the Uberwoman books,” said Lisa, picking up the still-open book from Sarah’s
mattress, “That’s cool! I have some other books in the series. Do you want to swap for a while
when you’re finished?”
“Sure!” said Sarah, and they talked about how great Uberwoman was and how they couldn’t wait to
see what would happen next on the episode as they pulled on warm and dry clothes. Lisa hadn’t
brought a change of clothes but Sarah happily let her borrow some of her own. Just like her, the
clothes fit Lisa really badly, but it didn’t matter.
They headed down the stairs, skipping over the broken step and tiptoeing around the sleeping
Tinder. The house didn’t have a dining room, so Dad had brought in the plastic table from the
garden and squeezed it in the kitchen. The table groaned under the weight of all of the food on it.

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