Mr. Money and his Christmas Wish.

It was a sunny afternood on Mr. Money's small little hill. The sun was beating down on the snow covered ground, and it was melting into slick patches of dissapearing ice. Mr. Money was inside working and working. His fingers typed and typed on his littlest computer, and he sweat and sweat from his small little head. He had so much christmas earning to do, and it was practically there! He could almost see the faces of the happy children receiving the gifts he had bought them. Most people who didnt know Mr. Money thought he was a stuck up scrooge of a man. However, this was very untrue. Every year he would work on his little computer, blancing this 3 little jobs so he could afford to give the children a wonderful Christmas. He barely got by himself, and he lived on the smallest little hill, in the smallest cabin with the smallest windows and doors. All year he was shut out from the world, and he would send letter after letter to the community he lived in for donations to his cause. It seemed, though, that they didnt have much to give, or the ones that had enough, didnt want to. So Mr. Money sat alone for weeks and weeks until the last possible working day. Christmas Eve. He would go out to the stores and with his entire saving buy up all the gifts and take them to the children who were less fortunate. But only he knew that christmas eve was going to be different. Because He knew, that this year his Neice Amity would come to visit. And he was sure she wasnt going to find his plans so charming.