Santa stood in the dim light of the stable, pondering his next move. The reindeer lay restless, their noses twitching, a chorus of sneezes echoing off the wooden walls. He needed a miracle, and fast. Just then, a soft glow began to fill the room, growing brighter and brighter until it was almost blinding.
Rubbing his eyes, Santa turned towards the source of the light and gasped. There, floating before him, was his lucky star, no longer a distant twinkle in the sky but a radiant orb right in his midst.
“Santa,” the star spoke with a voice as clear as the winter’s night, “I’ve watched over you for many years, and it’s time I lend a hand just Santa could say something the animals found amongst the chocolates the chocolates and sweets were soon eaten up leaving pair of new slippers no one could eat them the a fox he said about them to the others lets give them