"Can you believe itís Christmas Eve,
Mac?" Ian giggled. He was so excited. "We donít even need a Christmas tree
because weíre surrounded by them. I wonder if Santa Claus will leave us a
"Ian, go to sleep. Last year he left
us one. Why wouldnít he this year? Have you been naughty?" Mac mocked.
"No! Iíve been very nice this year.
Well, actually, I think I was a bit naughty this year. You were too.
Remember when we went to Maggie Nobleís house and took the blackberry pie
from her window ledge? Do you think Santa will think that was naughty? Oh,
no! What if Santa doesnít leave us a present?" Ian cried.
"It wasnít that naughty, Ian. Uh oh.
I just thought of something else we did naughty," Mac said. "Remember when
we went into town and broke into the bakery shop? We locked the cat in the
car and took all the raisin scones, tarts and biscuits."
"That was naughty! Oh dear, I donít
think Santaís going to leave us a thing. We were naughty. We knocked all
Mrs. Rutherfordís washing off her line, we tipped over all the rubbish
bins, we tricked Jessie Carnie into thinking she ran over us. Remember
that, Mac? You lay in the street and she thought sheíd run you over. That
was very naughty of us," Ian said.
Mac started to laugh. "It was
naughty, but it was sure funny. Hee hee hee."
"Santa wonít think itís funny. Did
we do anything nice this year?" Ian wondered, "or was everything we did
"We did a lot of nice things too. We
babysat little Molly. That was nice. We took care of all the baby animals
when the wind blew all the trees down. That was nice too," Mac said.
"Youíre right. I suppose weíd better
get to sleep so Santa can come. Yawn!" Ian smiled, feeling better about
the whole thing.
The two raccoons fell asleep in
their tree. They didnít hear Santaís sleigh bells jingle as he landed in
the woods at the bottom of their tree. They didnít hear the reindeer snort
as they nibbled on the grasses and they didnít hear a word when Santa
called his reindeer by name, "On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer, on Vixen,
on Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen!"
When the sun rose over the heather
covered hills in the morning, Ian and Mac jumped up. "Mac! Itís Christmas
morning. Do you think Santa came?"
Mac jumped up. He was quite excited
too. "Iím sure he did."
They climbed down to the bottom of
the tree. "There are no presents," Ian sighed, seeing nothing.
"Well, maybe he left them under a
pine tree for us. Our tree is an oak tree. Itís not a Christmas tree!" Mac
They wandered around looking under
all the pine trees growing in the woods. They couldnít find one present.
"Mac? We must have been really naughty. Santa didnít leave us one thing."
Ian sat on a tree stump and pouted.
Just then, Mac saw something
sticking out from a hole in their tree trunk. "Whatís that?" Mac said,
running to the tree. "It looks like a present!"
Ian ran to Mac. They both saw the
shiny red paper. "Take it out, Mac. Itís a present."
Mac pulled the present out. It had a
tag on it that said, "TO MAC".
"Itís for you, Mac. Is there another
for me in there?" Ian asked.
Mac stuck his paw in the hole and
pulled out a present wrapped in shiny gold paper. "Itís for you. It says
Ian started to giggle and jump
about. The raccoons sat down on the grass and opened their presents. "WOW!
Santa left me a wonderful present. I have a bag of hazelnuts, a jar of
raspberry jam, three jars of currants and chocolate bar. Wait, thereís a
note in here too." Ian opened the letter and read it. "Dear Ian. Merry
Christmas. This year you did a lot of naughty things. I almost didnít
leave you any presents, but you did a lot of nice things too. Next year I
expect you to do more nice things than naughty. Ho! Ho! Ho!"
"You were lucky, Ian," Mac sighed.
"Look what he left me. Iíve got a new scarf. Itís very nice, isnít it? I
think I suit blue, donít you?" He wrapped the scarf around his neck. "He
also left me some lemon drops, cashews and a fishing pole. Och, I got a
note too. Let me read it. ĎDear Mac, you were rather naughty too. It
wasnít just Ian. Behave yourself next year and Iíll bring you some
matching mittens. Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!í."
"Weíd better behave ourselves next
year. Now, letís enjoy our presents. Would you like to share my raspberry
jam?" Ian asked.
The two raccoons spent the whole day
looking at their Christmas gifts. They were very thankful that Santa had
brought them anything at all and promised each other that they would try
to be a little less naughty next year.