My brother, Ben, got a box for Christmas. He thought nothing of it and threw it in the bin, (much to my auntys disappointment.) But the next day, the base was broken. And there was singing and dancing elves, prancing all round. My brother was so shaken I had to call an ambulance. Luckily, my mum was with us. When we got home, the elves had gone, and now Father Christmas had appeared. I woke up with sweat devouring my body. It was only 4:30 in the morning so I fell back asleep soon after. Boy, that was one crazy dream.