It’s high time we got back into the swing of things here at Choose Your Own Geekery. Our annual Holiday story begins below. There will be three chapters in whichever story you pick, updating Sundays (except possibly the 10th, which might have to wait until Monday the 11th). So let’s get to it, shall we?
They said it’s nothing to worry about. Mom and Dad smiled to themselves when they thought you weren’t looking. Yes, the Christmas display at the mall had a copy of Santa’s list for all the world to see. Yes, your name was on the Naughty side, but Mom and Dad said it must have been another child with the same name.
They’re wrong, though. There are three other kids in your kindergarten class with your name. You’re the only one who spells it with two L’s. Besides, nobody told your parents about the incident with the chocolate pudding. Dropping it down one person’s pants would have gotten you a spot on the naughty list.
Dad’s on his way back from the jewelry store with a tiny bag in his hand. That means he’s done his shopping for Mom, which means you’re on your way to sit on Santa’s lap, and then dinner at Monty Burger.
Somehow, and a plan is starting to form in your mind, you’ve got to get yourself off the naughty list.
Or, if worst comes to worst, you’ll just have to steal the list entirely.
“Nancy Nyce, private detective, at your service.”
“Hello, Nancy, been a while.”
You sit up in your chair. There aren’t many clients whose voices you’d recognize immediately, but this is definitely one of them.
“Mr. Kringle. Yes, it has, sir. I wasn’t sure you’d be needing my services again.”
“Last year, I didn’t. But this year, I checked the list twice, and I’m still not sure what to do with this one. He’s mostly a good boy, but he’s done some naughty things, and I’m not sure if he’s really sorry for them or not. I trust you’re not too busy to take the case?”
He knows darn well you’re not. He sees you when you’re sleeping, after all, and you were napping right before this phone call.
“I can handle it, Mr. Kringle. Same rates as before?”
“That’s more than acceptable, Nancy. I’ll even make sure some of the Mrs.’s peppermint bark winds up under your tree if you pull this one off.”
You grin from ear to ear. “With incentive like that, how can I say no. Email me the particulars as soon as you can, please.”
You take a glance at your calendar. Three days until Christmas Eve, meaning you’ve got exactly three days to get this boy onto the Nice list.
Since we’re picking the story, you’ve got until Saturday the 2nd to choose a story. Get your vote in by that time, and please tell everybody you know. Chapter one begins on December 3rd.