Fawn’s Christmas Present
“What are you doing?” asked Spot, seeing Fawn going into Mr. Hansen’s office.
“Uh, I’m not doing anything,” said Fawn, sheepishly.
“Fawn, you are up to something,” said Spot. “I can just tell. You know that Mr. Hansen told you to stay out of his office.”
“But I just wanted to check my email,” said Fawn.
“Mr. Hansen told you to stay out of his office until after Christmas was over,” said Spot.
“Oh look,” said Fawn. “There’s a box sitting on Mr. Hansen’s desk.”
“Fawn,” said Spot, angrily. “Get away from there.”
“Hey Spot,” said Fawn. “Do you think that might be my Christmas present?”
“Fawn,” said Spot. “Maybe and if it is I would suggest that you get out of this office immediately and forget all about what is on Mr. Hansen’s desk.”
“Yes,” said Fawn. “But, Spot, what if that really is my Christmas present?”
“What if it really is?” asked Spot. “You will find out on Christmas Day now won’t you?”
“I have this feeling that you already know that it is,” said Fawn. “So, Spot, what is it?”
“Fawn,” said Spot. “All I know is that Mr. Hansen has something really special for you. I don’t know what it is but Mr. Hansen said that you will be thrilled when you find out what it is.”
“Really,” said Fawn. “Mr. Hansen has something really special for me!”
“Yes,” said Spot. “That is what he said. Now I would suggest that you leave Mr. Hansen’s office alone and don’t come back in here until after Christmas Day.”
“Oh okay,” said Fawn, reluctantly, as he left the office.
The next morning Fawn sat at the kitchen table, obviously very excited.
“Good morning Spot,” said Fawn.
Spot didn’t know what to say to him because she had never seen Fawn so cheerful. It took her a few minutes to say something back to him.
“Good morning to you too Fawn,” said Spot.
“Spot,” said Fawn. “Do you have any idea what Mr. Hansen got for me?”
“Fawn,” said Spot. “Tomorrow is Christmas Day. You will find out then, okay.”
“But,” said Fawn.
“No buts Fawn,” said Spot. “And, Fawn you stay away from Mr. Hansen’s office today and I mean it.”
All day Fawn nagged and nagged at Spot about his Christmas present.
“Oh come on Spot,” said Fawn. “You must have an idea of what it is.”
“Fawn,” said Spot, seriously. “I honestly don’t know what Mr. Hansen got for you except that is was really expensive and it is something that he absolutely sure that you will love.”
Christmas morning came along finally. Fawn was so excited that he could barely sleep the night before. He woke up at four o’clock in the morning and went into Spot’s stall.
“It’s only four o’clock,” said Spot. “Fawn, please go back to sleep. It is too early.”
Fawn went back to his stall and paced and paced and paced. He made so much noise that Spot finally had to get up. Both Fawn and Spot went up to the Hansen’s house. Amazingly enough, the Hansen’s were all awake, too.
“Merry Christmas,” said Mr. Hansen, opening up the door for Fawn and Spot. “We have been waiting for you. What took you so long to get up here?”
“Fawn is all wired up,” said Spot to Mr. Hansen as Fawn rushed over to Christmas tree in the living room.”
“I can see that,” said Mr. Hansen. “Just wait til he sees what I got him.”
Mr. Hansen went over to the Christmas tree and started handing out the gifts. He handed Fawn a small package to open up. It was from Ricky and Jenny Hansen.
“A box of blank CD’s,” said Fawn, confused. “What am I going to be able to do with those?”
After everyone else had opened their gifts up, Mr. Hansen handed one more gift to Fawn. This gift was larger than all the other gifts that Fawn had gotten. Fawn knew for sure that this was the special gift that Mr. Hansen had told Spot that he would love.
“A laptop!” exclaimed Fawn, looking at the picture on the box with tears rolling down his eyes.
“I’ve always wanted a laptop!”
Fawn was ecstatic. He just couldn’t believe that he had his very own laptop. He had wanted one so badly when he had seen Mrs. Hansen bring hers home from the office one day.
“This is the very best Christmas that I have ever had,” cried Fawn. “Thank you so much! I am going to use this laptop so much!”
Fawn carried his laptop everywhere with him. He used it constantly. He was able to write some stories and listen to his favourite music and scan photographs that he had taken of him and Spot and the Hansens.