The only thing Michael wants for Christmas is a robot.
He writes one more letter to Santa with just two words – ROBOT PLEASE!
It’s Christmas Eve, so Michael decides to deliver this letter in person.
After everyone is asleep, he puts on his jacket, tugs his hat down over his ears, and tip-toes out the door. He grabs his sled by the rope handle and pulls it to the top of the highest hill in the neighborhood.
Michael takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and pushes off. The sled goes faster and faster until it is flying high into the night sky.
THWUMP! Michael’s sled lands in a huge snowdrift. Something licks his face. He opens his eyes. Right in front of him are a reindeer – with a red nose – and a small man, who smiles and says, “Welcome to the North Pole.”
Michael holds up his letter.
“Could you please give this to Santa?”
“ Yes, indeedy!” The small man grabs Michael’s letter and runs off.
Michael sees a bright star. He closes his eyes and wishes, real hard, for a robot.
When he opens them he’s in his bed. He must have dreamed about his sled ride.
Under the Christmas tree, Michael sees a robot-size present. He rips off the paper. A smaller package falls out. The note stuck to it says, You lost your hat in the snow drift, Love Santa. In the package is his hat.
Michael laughs. It wasn’t a dream afterall!