SantaKid

SantaKid

James Patterson

Language: English

Pages: 48

ISBN: 0316000612

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


When Warrie Ransom, the Big Boss of the Exmas Express Company, decides to buy Christmas and rename it Exmas, Santa Claus, Momma Claus, and their daugher Chrissie can't believe their eyes. Everything at the North Pole seems to change overnight--the elves stop making kids' favorite toys, the Christmas doves won't fly or sing, and no one seems to laugh anymore. It looks like Christmas is going to be ruined. But then Chrissie remembers something she had learned from her dad: you must believe in something bigger than yourself. With a little help from her dad's helpers, Chrissie--as santaKid--delivers presents to children on Christmas eve, sending Warrie Ransom back to where he came from! After all, when you believe in something, magic can happen.

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ate his weight in Sugar Snackolas. Meanwhile, the new Exmas Express trucks arrived. Thousands of them—white as snow, with bright red trim— to replace Santa’s beautiful sleigh and the reindeer, too. Christmas was going to be ruined this year. And maybe forever, which is a long time for something to be ruined. So I decided to do something. You have to believe, I reminded myself, in something bigger than yourself. I rode Rhymer the Reindeer over to Warrie Ransom’s house. Warrie

I was flying over Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, a little boy leaned from his bedroom window and called out, “Where’s Santa? He always comes!” But then he spotted a sleigh in the sky. And reindeer! And—something even more incredible! A kid was driving Santa’s sleigh! Could it be? A kid just like him—little hands, arms, legs, teeth, and a big smile? And then the little boy made it official. “It’s santaKid” he shouted up to my sleigh. “I see santaKid!” Believe me, I was having the night of

I was flying over Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, a little boy leaned from his bedroom window and called out, “Where’s Santa? He always comes!” But then he spotted a sleigh in the sky. And reindeer! And—something even more incredible! A kid was driving Santa’s sleigh! Could it be? A kid just like him—little hands, arms, legs, teeth, and a big smile? And then the little boy made it official. “It’s santaKid” he shouted up to my sleigh. “I see santaKid!” Believe me, I was having the night of

Susie —J.P. To my Uncle Billy —M.G. Santa Kid Listen closely. No, really closely. Christmas almost didn’t happen one year! Don’t shake your head–something might come loose in your brain. Don’t giggle. This isn’t funny. (Well, sometimes it is.) Anyway, here’s what happened. And how I got to be santa Kid. Hiya! My name is Chrissie and I live at the North Pole. Pretty cool, huh? Sure is, ’cause every day I got to go to Santa’s Toy Workshop and play with Santa’s

friend, Rhymer— who wears a funky top hat and was born on the same day as me. One morning, Rhymer and I heard a roar in the skies. We looked up and saw an airplane landing at Reindeer Field. The plane had writing all over it that said: EXMAS EXPRESS, EXMAS EXPRESS “Must be somebody big in Biz-ness,” rhymed Rhymer. “Let’s go see Who-it-is-ness.” We didn’t know it, but everything was about to change. The Big Boss of the Exmas Express company was named Warrie Ransom, and he was not

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