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www.oakvillebeaver.com The Oakville Beaver Weekend, Saturday December 15, 2007 - 17 Dad, Are We There Yet? Hello, my name is John. We used to live in Chicago, and this is my Christmas story. I work up to a loud sound coming from downstairs. I saw this strange guy wearing a red shirt. "It's Santa," I whispered. I was just about to say hello when he crawled up the big chimney. I walked up the stairs very slowly and went back to bed. "John," my dad said as I woke up the next morning. "It's Christmas." "Oh boy! Oh boy!" I yelled. I sprinted down the stairs and looked under the Christmas tree. I penned a box that said "From Santa." I could not believe my eyes. It was two Minnesota Viking football tickets. I ran around, danced and laughed. The game was the next day! When the next day arrived, I packed all of the stuff I needed. We got in the car, started to back out, and discovered that there were thirty ducks in our driveway. "Darn it!" I yelled. It was eight O'clock and we needed to get there by noon. We sat in the driveway for twenty minutes to wait for the ducks to leave. We were finally on our way. We got to the highway and there was a big patch of ice. Our car skidded on the slipper ice. "We are doomed," I said. "Don't panic," my dad said. "Ahhhhhhh!' I yelled. My dad's face didn't look so good either. We finally got off the ice and then there was traffic. "We our doomed," I said. It was already 9:50. We were stuck in traffic for fourty-five minutes. We were sitting in the car super bored when we heard a loud booooom! "What was that terrible sound?" my dad said. My dad stepped on the gas and the car did not move. "Could it be?" I said. "Yep, the tire blew," my dad replied. My dad put his head down. "We will never make it on time. I am going to call a tow truck." Dad called the tow truck company. I was sure we would never make it to the game now. At 10:45 the tow truck man got there. I almost laughed when I saw him because he had a full white beard like Santa Clause. Luck was finally on our side. The man said he'd take us to the game! We climbed in the truck and took off and there was no busted tires, no traffic, no ice, and no ducks. We made it to Minneapolis. The tow truck man dropped us off at the football dome and gave me a wink as we stepped out of the truck. We sprinted to the game. It was 11:50. "Run!" my dad yelled so lour my ears hurt. We ran and ran and then finally got o the big, beautiful dome. We sat down and watched the game. It was the Cardinals V.S. the Vikings. The game was very exciting and the Vikings won! We left the dome very tired and wondered how we were going to get home. We walked in the parking lot and to our surprise there was our car! The tire was fixed and on the window A Child's Christmas was a not. The note read: Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night. By John Bushman The Horrifying Snowhill It was a chilly winter day and Emma, Elizabeth and Sean where bored like a sleepy animal in a tiny cage. Then Sean thought of a first rated idea. "We can all go to Noding Hill Mountain with our new, speedy tobagains!" Sean shouted. "That's an exellent plan." Agreed both girls. So after all three of them were geered up in their cozy snowsuits, woolen mittens, jet black winter boots and hat they dragged their trustworthy speed tobagains to Noding Hill Mountain. When they got to Noding Hill Mountain everything was the same as last year exept the large, lofty snowhill beside the smaller hills. "Wow!" exclaimed all of them. "I am so going on that new hill first." yelled Sean. "you go ahead" Emma murmered then glanced at Elizabeth and she nodded. "Ok" said Sean. "I'll see you later." After an hour of sleighriding Emma and Elizabeth has still not gone on the large, lofty snowhill. So Sean came down the gigantic, snowy hill and started to search for them. When he found them he said "that was awesome, you should of tryed it." "No thanks" Elizabeth changed. "are you two scared to go on the mountain?" asked Sean. "No" Emma snapped at him. "I'll tell everyone" Sean chanted. "Fine we'll both do it." Both of them said at the same time. So they started to walk to the top of the hugr, horrifying mountain. When they were at the top of the mountain it took them five minutes to get ready to go gown the hill. Then out of no where a hand (that was Seans) pushed Emma and Elizabeth down the mountain. As they where flying down the snow, picking up speed by the second you could here screaming. "AAAAAH!" the two girls screamed. "Wait, try closing your eyes! It helps" yelled Elizabeth through the blinding wind. Elizabeths words helped make the scary ride ok. When the ride was finished Sean met up with the two girls and said" You did it. How did you feel?" It was ok, but we did a trick to get through it" said both girls. Sean looked confused, but Emma and Elizabeth just smiled at each other. By Emma Guerin to that Christmas. The Wii was from my dad, my brother gave me a paper airplane set and lance, well, I forgot what he gave me. Just last Sunday my family went to a Raptors game. When we entered the stadium (with our hands full of popcorn, drinks and cotton candy), I saw this man who looked exactly like you, but he was waving a Raptors flag. I asked him who he was and he said "I am Santa" after he said that, I saw another person came up and said "Hey! I'm Santa!" It didn't even take 20 seconds to start a fight. So I just tried to take off their beards and, plupp! The Fake beards popped off. By Louis Bantoto wishes to you and your family for a wonderful holiday season and a Happy New Year! 2330 Lakeshore Road W., Unit #2, Oakville ON L6L 1H3 Mon.-Fri.: 9:00 am ­ 4:30 pm tel: 905-827-5141 fax: 905-827-3786 kflynn.mpp.co@liberal.ola.org Warmest Dear Santa One Christmas, my most notable Christmas. I got the best present I ever wanted, a bran new Nintendo Wii. It's a gaming system that works by using a rectangular, battery-using remote to point at a thin black sensor bar, to control a hand shaped figure on the TV screen that lets you play different games. Okay back Kevin Flynn MPP Oakville No elves. No credit cards. No mall music. You mean more here. Anglican Diocese of Niagara 905-527-1316 www.youmeanmore.ca