It was the beginning of December. Nothing changed from James's Christmas Wish List from last year. He wished for a velociraptor, not a real one though. He asked his parents for help to spell it. It was the only thing he wanted for christmas. Once he put it on the paper, he mailed it off to the North Pole. This was the best day for him. James couldn't wait til he saw that under the tree, only to find out it couldn't.
Christmas day came, when he ran down the stairs, only his sisters presents were under the tree. He started thinking where it could be. Then all of a sudden, he heard a trembling, deep and loud roar. James looked outside the window and noticed the velociraptor. He was shocked; it was about 13 feet and small arms. He wrote back to Santa and told him that he wanted a toy velociraptor. James received a letter back and Santa simply said you said "velociraptor" not a "toy velociraptor". He cried and told Santa to never give him a present again. He later killed the velociraptor.
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