Well, after seeing Hat’s well written story based off my prompt, I decided to do my prompt. I won’t tell you which prompt it is until the story ends. 
Oh, and by the time you read this, Christmas is here!/Christmas has passed! Merry Christmas!
The Holiday Hut
It was quiet in the old hut. Normally, the planks creaked and the walls groaned, and it all felt like it would fall down, but for once it was quiet.
Sandy wondered where the hut was. It was their ‘holiday’ home (and what a holiday it was!), so they should know where it was, right? But the shady looking estate agents (who were suspiciously short) had just driven them straight from the airport, dumped them here with a weird phone and drove off without a word.
And why couldn’t they stay in the humongous factory next door? When Sandy last ventured out into the snow, she had put her hand onto the colourful wall and felt heat though the glove. Someone, or something was in there and keeping it warm. The door was locked, but through the walls she could hear machines noisily doing their work.
There were also a whole ton of other mysteries surrounding the place. Every day, despite this being in the middle of nowhere, a colourfully wrapped box would be placed in front of the door. In it lay the most delicious food one could think of: large roast chickens, exquisitely dressed potatoes, chocolate cakes the size of Nebraska, deep fried ice cream… Sandy still hadn’t worked that last one out.
And the toys! In this box, with the chickens and the potatoes and the ice cream, there would be one toy. One toy a day. Yesterday it had been a plush cat, all purple and soft and cuddly. The day before, a Nintendo DS decked out in a beautiful, yet strange design. Today, a truck that somehow turned into a robot. Tomorrow… Joseph, her little brother, was lying in his bed playing with all these toys.
Sometime it wasn’t just toys. Sandy’s elder brother Jacob had received a big book that he’d been waiting for years for. The parents got their magazines and Sandy got her mysteries.
The parents had tried to find out where it all came from. They slipped letters under the doors to the factory and left money on the doorstep, hoping to find some kind of clue. However, the letters were returned unopened in the boxes and the money had been exchanged for chocolate coins.
Well, the hut was okay, though it always felt like a air conditioner turned one Celsius too cold. When they had first arrived, there were three bunk beds, a small table, six chairs, one bathroom (which was oddly modern compared to everything else) and a note printed on a pink piece of paper.
The paper said: “In exchange for staying here, please keep the house tidy.”
Sandy thought that there would be nothing to do here but keep the house tidy, but she was wrong. There was another building out the back, and in this building two animals lived. Sandy’s elder sister Kathy thought they were moose. Sandy’s mum said they were deer. Sandy knew they were reindeer.
There was a mother and a little baby. It was really cool to see the baby nuzzle the mummy’s nose and they were even tame! The whole family sometimes spent days in here, playing with the baby and the mother deer.
And of course, there were the toys.
The whole family had come up with inane suggestions for where they were. Sandy’s dad said something about an “experimental hotel”, her mum proposed that they were “being experimented on by the government”, Kathy said “moose breeding” and Joseph mumbled “Santa Claus”.
Maybe… they were looking after Santa Claus’ house for him! Sandy knew that was a stupid idea, but she clung to it with all her might. It somehow made the whole thing cooler, maybe even more romantic. But people had gone to the North Pole before, and they did say that there was nothing but the polar bears and the ice there.
They hadn’t seen any polar bears yet. Well, they were leaving in three days. Today was Christmas (the presents had already been opened) and it had been a wonderful-ish holiday.
If only Santa Claus actually existed…
I wish… I wish Santa was real! But they can’t find anything at the North Pole, can they?
... Merry Christmas!
n 1 dai, mebbe w3 can h4v3 impl4ntz that l3t us tlk 2 ppl w/ ur thoughts, eliminating the phones and the “bad” language! Yay!
