Merry Christmas, Splat

"It's very important to write a letter to Santa,"said Splat."How else will he know what to bring you for Christmas?" Seymour nodded. Splat's pencil scratched across the page until.. "Finished!"he exclaimed, and proundly showed off this letter.Seymour was impressed. Splat's little sister wasn't. "Only good cats get really big presents from Santa,"she said. "Are you sure you've been good?" "Of course,"said Splat. She gave Splat a look that only little sisters can give. "R-e-a-l-l-y?" Splat stuck his nose in the air and marched out of the kitchen. "In fact, I've been very good." This time Seymour shrugged, and Splat had an awful thought that made his tail quiver and twitch. Maybe I haven't been good enough. Splat tried hard to remember. "Yes!"he decided."I'm sure I have.. but just in case--" "Mum!"cried Splat."I'm going to help you get everything ready for Christmas!" "Oh dear,"said his mum. Splat took that to mean "Thank you very much. You really are a good little cat." And he set about being ever so helpful. "I've washed the Christmas dishes, Mum,"said Splat. "Thank you, Splat,"said his mum."But the dishes weren't dirty." "I know," replied Splat."And still I washed them! I'm just so good." "The Christmas tree is decorated now, Mum,"Splat called. "I thought it was already done,"replied his mum. "Not even close,"said Splat."But it is now." "I'm going to clear the snow from the path, Mum，"said Splat. "Wait!"his mum called. "Don't ...open...the door." SPLAT! "Being so good is very tiring,"said Splat. "It certainly is,"said his mum. "I think I'll go to bed now,"Splat announced. "Good idea,"said his mum. Splat snuggled under the covers and closed his eyes. But his eyes wouldn't stay closed. Maybe I'd better wait up for Santa and tell him how good I've been, thought Splat. So Splat took his torch from the drawer and waited. All was quiet...until clip-clop, clip-clop. Splat heard reindeer on the roof! But the clip-clop slowly turned to tick-tock. It was only his clock. Splat rolled over just in time to see a shadow appear on the wall. "Santa!"Splat called. Santa has to come soon, thought Splat. But the rest of the night passed silently...peacefully...with not even a whisper. Christmas morning shone through Splat's bedroom window, but he wa not in the least bit excited. His little sister came in to wake him. "I guess I haven't good enough after all,"said Splat. "Told you so,"said his little sister."But you can play with Kitty if you like." "Thanks..."Splat said in a little voice. Splat's little sister let him down the stairs. It's was too quiet. There were no presents around the tree, and the rest of his family was nowhere to be seen. "Because I haven't been good enough,"said Splat,"Santa hasn't visited us at all." But then Splat's family leaped out from behind the sofa. "MERRY CHRISTMAS, SPLAT,"they cheered. And they were holding a really big present. Just for Splat. "It's the best Christmas present ever!"cried Splat.