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The Wishing Bottle by Werty

The Wishing Bottle by Werty

Runner-Up, KidPub December 2015 Writing Contest

All the Christmas presents were unwrapped except for one. No one remembers wrapping it, but
yet it has my name on it. What is this, is it some prank? I wonder. I tear it open, expecting a
puppy or a pony or a game for the Wii, but inside it was a bottle. Taped to the bottle was a note.
All it said was, DEAR JESSIE, THIS IS YOUR WISHING BOTTLE. USE YOUR WISHES
WISELY, YOU ONLY GET THREE A DAY. FROM SANTA CLAUS. P.S. IF YOU USE
MORE THAN THREE WISHES A DAY, YOU WILL NEVER GET A WISH AGAIN. I
was in disbelief. Santa why this, why that? Why oh why oh why a bottle? A wishing bottle, is it
real? Is Santa real, with his jolly laugh, white beard, and hardworking elves? were the thoughts
going through my head. I stood up and said, “this one really is from Santa!” Of course, no one
believed me. My sisters snickered, my brothers chuckled, and my baby sister giggled, probably
because everyone else was laughing. When I got to school the following week, I told myself, I
don’t care what they think. Santa is real, and I know it. I took the bottle out of my backpack and
made a wish. I wished everyone believed in Santa. Before I knew what was going on, golden
swirls of magic flew through the air. No one else seemed to notice. I took out the journal I got
from my mom and made a list of why this is weird.
 
Jessie’s journal
1.) the note says it was from Santa.
2.) no one believed in Santa, now they all do.
3.) there was magic. Magic!
4.) the note is in the handwriting of no one I knew, which means it must be
that Santa is real.
 
I closed my journal and headed to class. It was rainy, so my pages got soaked. When I got to
my classroom I was soaked. I sat at my desk, watching the raindrops go by. I looked around,
waiting for something to happen. That’s when I realized no one was in the classroom. All of the
sudden, Santa came from nowhere. he said, “You are the magic of Christmas. If you choose to
believe, you can believe.” Then SHABLAM, he was gone. Actually, everything was gone. I was
at home, in my bed, my 7 year old sister shaking me awake. “come on, come on, let’s see what
Santa left us!” I smiled. Of course, it was just a dream. I thought. I should of never believed that
Santa was not real.

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