Authors - Michael, Andrew, Caleb and Scott

Once upon a time, somewhere in a suburb near you, Mr Ellis (aka Santa) was busy packing plastic dinosaur toys for all the little greedy, snotty nosed, demanding brats that had only just made it onto the good kid gift list.

Somehow, this year he thought it wasn’t going to be enough to satisfy them. He gathered this much when he finally received a package containing something fishy with a note that said “You’ll sleep with the fishes if you don’t give my kid his wishes”

It was signed by the local Mafia godfather – Angelo Bottechelli. Santa soiled his fluffy white boxers. What was he doing? It wasn’t as if he could really give young Angelo Junior his ultimate wish a real living, breathing dinosaur. Or could he? He told the elves of his predicament and in their ice related stupor they suggested. “Why don’t you just give the reindeer some steroids? After all how do you think Rudolf got his red nose?” So Santa hid a couple of tonnes on steroids in their hay. Santa instructed the reindeers to workout at the local gym. Pretty soon the reindeer resembled well-built, well-buffed beasts with six packs. Santa bridles up the eight mega-deer and sets off over the Pacific Ocean, making sure there was plenty of nosh on the end of the sleigh. He takes the sleigh high into the sky until the altitude is nearly causing them to black out. He then pointed the sleigh down and goes into a terminal nose dive. The sleigh picks up speed, going faster and faster. His fat starts to peel back, his cheeks wobble and he can’t breathe. Just before the sleigh breaks through the speed of light a bug hits him in the head causing him to black out.

When he wakes, Santa finds to his astonishment that he’s half way into the mouth of a huge, roaring Trex. Lucking the reindeer’s antlers tickled the dinosaur’s throat and it fell back laughing. Unable to control itself.

Santa now started hunting around the primordial forest and pretty soon found what he was looking for – a nest of dinosaur eggs. He filled his big red sack with the eggs, loaded them onto the sleigh and took off. Having obtained terminal velocity his sleigh popped back into the present.

All that last week before Christmas Santa kept the dinosaur eggs in an incubator and the night before Christmas he collected them ready for delivery. First stop was Angelo juniors house. Having had incredible difficulty getting down their ultra slender chimney, the first thing Santa heard when he crawled out of the fireplace was a revolver been racked.

“What ya doing in my house, fatso” snarled Mr Bottechelli.

“Don’t shot – it’s me Santa. I’m just delivering Angelo Jnr’s dinosaur. If you shot me I’ll sue!”

Mr Bottechelli lowered the gun “It’s a good thing for you that you came through or I would have whacked your reindeers.”

Santa tip toed through to Angelo Jnr’s bedroom and placed the egg on the bedside table.

Next morning, Christmas morning, the first thing Angelo Jnr saw when he opened his eyes was a dinosaur egg cracking. A dinosaur head pocked up through the crack.

Angelo Jnr jumped up with excitement. The chicken sized creature lept on his chest and cooed. Angelo Jnr chortled. The creature licked his face. Now Angelo Jnr had his very own pet dinosaur.

Next thing, the creature jumped up and bit off his nose. Angelo Jnr screamed, as blood spurted everywhere. The dinosaur grew with the fresh food eating Angelo’s head. It finished him off as blood spurted out the holes where his limbs used to be.

Then the dinosaur set off into the house eating Angelo’s parents, grandparents, great grandparents and parrot. Then it saw his fat ugly sister and died of a heart attack.

The End.