ONCE upon a time there was a little boy called Spike Spotter, who lived on top of the Slippery Mountain.

Christmas was nearly over. Father Christmas and the reindeer had just got home from delivering the presents. One of the reindeers had hurt his foot, so he went straight to bed. Father Christmas went to put the sleigh away and he saw one present left. It was for Spike Spotter, the little boy who lived at the top of slippery mountain. Father Christmas could not take the reindeers because one was hurt so he started to walk to the Slippery Mountain. He had not gone far when he met a man with a car. He explained why he wasn't on reindeers.

"OK then, jump in" said the man. He didn't get far because the car crashed. "If you go over those rocks you will see a horse." The man said. Father Christmas found the horse but it was asleep. He went back to the man "its fast asleep" he said "It is nearly Christmas day, please help me. "Well if you go over that river you see a coach"

So Father Christmas went. He got a bit further on the coach, and then it went out of control. "If you go down that road" said the coach driver "you might see a climber" But Father Christmas didn't so he had to walk. He slipped by accident. "Oh no!" He said "I don't like this" "Help!" He shouted, then he got back up.

Then he saw it, the home of Spike Spotter. He looked through the window. Spike was asleep, so he climbed down the chimney and then he put the present in Spike's stocking.

The Father Christmas travelled home by bike, donkey, skis and walking. At last he got home. "Hooray!" he shouted. He got undressed then looked at the reindeers. They were asleep. So he went to bed, closed his eyes and went to sleep and dreamed of a boy. A very good boy.