But it wasn't. When Jon opened his bedroom door, he walked into a room that wasn't his bedroom.
There were shelves of toys on every wall.
"Where am I?" Jon asked.
"Hey! What are you doing here?" a whiny voice said.
Jon turned around and saw a short man with pointy ears. No, it can't be. An elf? Jon thought. "Do you know me?" Jon asked.
"No. But humans aren't allowed here. How did you get here, anyway?"
"With this," Jon said, showing the elf the wishing stone.
The elf looked at it and then back to Jon. "Is that supposed to mean something to me?"
"It's magic."
"Uh huh."
"Magic is real, right?"
"Of course, it's real. You're talking to an elf."
"Then why ..." Jon heard a familiar sound somewhere near him. It was a HO HO HO sound. "Santa Claus."
Then the elf yelled at him. "Shush! Don't attract his attention."
"Why not?" Jon asked.
"He's not in a very good mood right now and if he finds you here ..." The elf was whispering now and he was clearly scared. But why?
