Bedtime Story: Brooke gets a letter from Santa

Brooke gets a letter from Santa

Brooke loves Christmas. And ice cream. But what happens when Santa send Brooke a letter from Santa inviting her for ice cream on Christmas Day…

Just like you, and just like me, Brooke loves Christmas time. She loves decorating the house with Mummy. She loves watching Christmas movies with her brother. She loves helping to make hot chocolate, topped with whipped cream, marshmallows and chocolate sprinkles with Daddy. She loves playing games with her grandparents by the warm light of the Christmas tree when they visit for Christmas dinner. 

But there is one thing that Brooke loves just as much, if not more than, Christmas. And that was ice cream.

Ice cream? Yes, that’s right. Strawberry ice cream. Vanilla ice cream. Mint ice cream. Chocolate ice cream. Brooke loved them all. But she couldn’t decide on her favourite.

Last Christmas, just as Mummy was about to call everyone to the table for dinner, something magical happened.

As the log fire crackled and popped and Christmas music played, as the fairy lights danced and snow fell, a magical, red envelope appeared in the Christmas tree. It had Brooke’s name on it and was franked with Postmarks from the North Pole.

Curiosity got the better of Brooke. She reached up into the Christmas tree, excitedly plucking the envelope from between the shiny Christmas decorations and popped open the wax seal on the back of the envelope.

She began to read…

 “Dear Brooke, it’s with great pleasure I can announce you’ve made it onto my Nice List.” 

It was a letter from Santa! Brooke’s tummy danced with butterflies of excitement as she read on.

“Mrs Claus told me how much you love ice cream. Is that right Brooke?” 

Brooke nodded, wide eyed as she continued to read her letter from Santa.

“My elves love ice cream too. In fact, they love ice cream so much that they have built an amazing ice cream machine.”

Brooke wished she could visit the elves and see their amazing ice cream machine.

“Christmas dinner is ready.” Called Mummy from the kitchen. Brooke, couldn’t wait to show everyone her letter from Santa and tell them about the amazing ice cream machine that the elves had made. Brooke headed for the kitchen when suddenly her nose began to twitch.

“Ah. Ahh. Ahhh. Choooooooooo…!” and PING!

A bright flash of magical light dazzled Brooke. She opened her eyes and to her amazement the room was filled with Santa’s elves, his reindeer, Mrs Claus and even Santa himself! 

“As I was saying Brooke,” Santa continued “the elves have built an amazing ice cream machine. Would you like to try some ice cream?”

Brooke did. She looked at the ice cream machine but there were far too many flavours to choose from.

“What are your favourite foods?” Asked Jingle the elf. “Our amazing ice cream machine can make all sorts of yummy flavours.”

“Well,” said Brooke, “I like fish fingers.”

“Oh, our amazing ice cream machine can’t make fish finger ice cream.” Said Jingle.

“Hmmm, what about pain au chocolate?”

“No, our amazing ice cream machine can’t make pain au chocolate ice cream either” said Jangle.

“How about noodles?”

“No”

“Tomato ketchup?”

“No”

“Grapes?”

Jingle looked up. “Grapes are close to blueberries. Our amazing ice cream machine can make blueberry ice cream!”

“Yuk! That’s not even close.” Said Brooke.

“They’re both berries and they’re both purple.” Said Jingle. 

Brooke crossed her arms and shook her head. 

“What about hotdogs with mustard?” suggested Brooke.

“Or spaghetti bolognaise?”

“Or cheese sandwich!?” 

But the amazing ice cream machine couldn’t make hotdog, bolognaise or cheese sandwich flavoured ice cream.

“Chocolate?” Brooke asked.

 “Ah!” exclaimed Santa “Jangle, you gave Mrs Claus a chocolate ice cream earlier today didn’t you?”

“That was our last chocolate ice cream.” Admitted a disappointed Jangle. 

“It’s OK.” Said Brooke.

“Brooke, how about you close your eyes and I pick some amazing flavours for you to try?” Asked Santa.

Brooke closed her eyes and the elves fired up the amazing ice cream machine. It whistled, gurgled and popped into life. 

“Open wide!” Said Santa, as he put the first of the amazing flavours in Brooke’s mouth.

“Mmmmmmm!” Said Brooke. “Roast potatoes. I love roast potatoes!”

“Open wide!” Said Santa again. 

“Oh wow!” Said Brooke “Carrots, peas and gravy!”

“I’ve saved the best for last.” Exclaimed Santa.

Brooke opened wide “Mmmmmm! It’s my favourite. Roast chicken and stuffing!” cried Brooke with joy.

The elves, Mrs Claus, Santa and the reindeer laughed aloud but started to become quieter.

And quieter.

And quieter.

Brooke opened her eyes. 

“Ah, there you are!” Said Mummy, “Well done, you’ve eaten all of your Christmas dinner!” 

“I ate it all…?” Asked Brooke, confused.

“You sure did.” said Grandad.

“You’ll grow to be big and strong if you keep eating all of your dinners up like a big girl” added Nanny. 

“Would you like dessert?” Asked Daddy.

“What is it?” Brooke replied. 

“ICE CREAM, of course!” Laughed everyone.

 

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