Its was a possum! It was so terrified it hit the switch to turn on the fireplace. It was out of control. It moved here and there. Up here and Down here. I tried to stop it but it ran to fast it tripped over one of the branches of the Christmas tree. OH NO! The Christmas tree fell down into the fire. The fire began to grow until it reached the roof. I was in the chimney alone until the possum came up too. I climbed as high as I could. And as I opened my eyes there I was sitting on the top of my roof. As magical sparkles came down to the ground. I looked up and there I saw Santa. As soon as he landed he was ready to give me presents by putting them under my Christmas tree. Too late! My house is was on fire! I quickly warned Santa. He pushed me on to his sleigh and jumped on. We flew away until we reached the North Pole and I lived sadly ever after.
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