ThinkabaraOn Christmas Eve, Mia and her little brother Sam baked cookies for Santa. They made stars and trees and one very lumpy snowman.
When the cookies came out of the oven, the whole kitchen smelled warm and sweet. “Can we eat one?” asked Sam. “Just one each,” said Mom, “and the rest are for Santa.”
Mia and Sam put the cookies on a plate by the fireplace, with a glass of milk and a carrot for the reindeer. But as the evening went on, the cookies looked more and more delicious.
Sam tiptoed over and took one. Then Mia took one. Then Sam took another… until there was only one cookie left — the lumpy snowman.
“Oh no,” said Mia. “Santa will be so hungry!” Sam looked at the lonely cookie and felt a little bit sorry. Then he had an idea.
He ran to his room and came back with a piece of paper. Together, they wrote: “Dear Santa, we’re sorry, the cookies were too yummy. We saved you the best one. Love, Mia and Sam.” And they drew a big heart.
In the morning, the plate was empty except for a few crumbs and a tiny note in curly writing: “The snowman was my favorite. Thank you for sharing. Ho ho ho! — S.C.”
Mia and Sam laughed and laughed. And next year, they decided, they would bake twice as many cookies. Merry Christmas, sleepyheads.