All I Got for Christmas

By Rebecca Shelley

Oh No! Principal Green says Santa can't come to the school Christmas party.

Monkey needs a plan to get Santa to come. Too bad Monkey's ideas get him on Santa's Naughty List. It looks like all he'll get for Christmas is a bucket of coal.

But when a blizzard knocks out the power lines and buries the roads, it's up to Monkey and the Smartboys to save Christmas for everyone.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wonder Realms Books
• Release date: Oct 3, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465842152

Rebecca Shelley

Rebecca Shelley writes a wide variety of books—everything from picture books to spy thrillers.She especially likes to write about fantasy creatures such as dragons and fairies.Her children’s books are written under the Rebecca Shelley name.Her thrillers and other books for adults are written under the R. L. Tyler pen name.She also has two books out under the R. D. Henham pen name—Red Dragon Codex and Brass Dragon Codex.

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All I Got for Christmas

Smartboys Club Book 6

Rebecca Shelley

Illustrated by Abby Goldsmith

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2011 Rebecca Shelley

Illustrations Copyright © 2011 Abby Goldsmith

Published by Wonder Realms Books

All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any print or electronic form without permission.

Permission is hereby granted for educators or students to print pages from the Smartboys Club Secret Notebook to distribute to their classes for educational purposes.

All characters, places, and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual places or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

The Smartboys Club

Book 1: Bees in My Butt

Book 2: We Flushed it Down the Potty

Book 3: I Took A Burp

Book 4: I Lost My Head

Book 5: My Stomach Explodes

Book 6: All I Got for Christmas

Table of Contents

Chapter 1: No Santa This Year

Chapter 2: I Learn Something New

Chapter 3: Santa Doesn't Sell Snow Cones

Chapter 4: How Much Does Santa Cost?

Chapter 5: Naughty, Naughty

Chapter 6: Talking to Santa

Chapter 7: Naughty or Nice

Chapter 8: Santa's Helpers

Chapter 9: More Snow

Chapter 10: A Santa Surprise

Chapter 11: Candles in the Dark

Chapter 12: Ho, Ho, Ho, Merry Christmas

Secret Notebook

Secret Notebook Printable PDF

About the Author

Books by Rebecca Shelley

Bees in My Butt (Sneak Peek)

We Flushed it Down the Potty (Sneak Peek)

I Took A Burp ( Sneak Peek)

Chapter 1

No Santa This Year

Hi, my name's Monkey. But my parents think it's Johnny Lovebird. Lovebird. That's a cruel name to pin on a ten-year-old boy. My dad says he survived elementary school with that name. But he didn't attend Rainbow Elementary like I do. If it weren't for my friends in the Smartboys Club, I might go insane. Of course, with all the adventures we've had this year, I might already be insane.

Despite that, I was really looking forward to Christmas. I wrote a big list of things I wanted.

Then I wrote another even longer list of books, but my mom wouldn't let me mail the lists to Santa Claus. She says Christmas isn't about getting a ton of presents. I folded up the lists and put them in my backpack. I figured I'd give Santa my wish lists at the school Christmas party. Imagine my horror when I overheard Principal Green tell my teacher, Mrs. Red, that Santa would not be coming to our school this year.

We just can't fit it in the budget, Principal Green whispered.

Shh, Mrs. Red said. She'd just noticed me frozen in the hall, staring at them in shock.

Impossible, I said. Santa Claus always visits Chrom-El. Chrom-El is my nickname for the school. Chrom is short for chromatic, which means color, like a rainbow, get it?

Johnny, Mrs. Red said, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at me. You should not eavesdrop on people. Go to class right now.

But the bell hasn't rung, I complained. My stomach felt like I'd eaten a handful of lead balls for breakfast. What did she mean, no Santa?

Go! Mrs. Red jabbed her finger toward the classroom.

I raced away as best I could with my clunky winter books and heavy coat. Snow had fallen for the last three days, which made walking to school a great adventure. I stopped at the coat pegs on the wall outside our room to hang up my coat and change my boots for school shoes. Then I barreled into the classroom.

Hey guys, I said, skidding to a stop in front of Bean's desk.

Bean is my best friend. His real name is Tommy Jones. He and I started the Smartboys Club at the beginning of the year. Then we let Vinny in because she's brilliant at math and computers. And of course we had to let Art in because no one can draw pictures or shoot a basketball better than he can.

Bean looked up from his science report on the impact of global warming on polar bears. Art stopped drawing a ninja snowman on his desk and came over. Vinny shoved her cell phone in her pocket and stared across the room at us. And Sandra—oh yeah, Sandra's a musical genius who sits between Bean and me. She's a member of the club too.

Sandra's eyes remained glazed over, and I could tell she hadn't heard me because she was playing some symphony piece in her head.

What's wrong, Monkey? Bean asked. You look pale.

I just heard Principal Green tell Mrs. Red that Santa wouldn't be coming to our school this year. It can't be true. That would be like saying the sun won't rise tomorrow morning.

Bean frowned.

Art tapped his pencil against his lips for a moment and then said, Just because the sun has always come up in the morning before, doesn't mean it will tomorrow. If it didn't, that would be cool. We could sleep in. He flashed us a wide smile.

Bean looked out the corner of his eyes at Art and took a deep breath. Art, that would be so scientifically unlikely that I can't even begin to think of a scenario that would make it happen.

Aliens, Art said. He grabbed a piece of paper from my desk and drew a sketch of the earth, the sun, and a giant alien spacecraft shooting laser rays at the sun. See, while the sun is down, the Aliens blow it out of existence like blowing out a candle.

Bean choked.

I laughed and slapped Art on the back. Bonus points for creativity there, Art.

Vinny walked over from the right side of the room. What are you talking about, no Santa?

I heard Principal Green say— the bell rang, making us all jump.

Mrs. Red walked into the classroom. Into your seats, students.

As I sat down, I noticed that Mrs. Red had redecorated the classroom over the weekend. The white board had a red and green Christmas border around it. Paper snowflakes hung from the ceiling. The pin board had a picture of a big Christmas tree on it, with wrapping paper that looked like presents underneath.

Oh neat, Bean said. He'd snuck over to the pencil sharpener which had been decorated to look like a reindeer head.

Tommy, I said get in your seat. Mrs. Red wrote his name up on the board. That means he's in trouble for being out of his seat. Again. Mrs. Red glared at him until he sat down. Then she turned her attention back to the class.

I'm glad to see you all made it here despite the snow. Mrs. Red glanced out the windows at the flurry of snowflakes that had turned the world outside gray. This week we are going to do something a little bit fun and different for our social studies lessons. You may have noticed the Christmas tree and presents on the pin board. Each day I'm going to pick a person from this class to open one of the presents.

The kids on the left side of the room jumped to their feet shouting, Pick me! Pick me!

The students on the right side of the room raised their hands.

As for those of us in the back . . . well, Sandra still sat with her eyes glazed over.

I recited the lines from Twas the Night Before Christmas in my head.

Bean squinted and put his chin in his hand. Hey Monkey, do you think if we got a flashlight, we could shine it through the paper to see what Mrs. Red has in each of those presents?

No, I said. The light would need to shine through the opposite side of the paper for it to work. Otherwise it would just reflect off.

Bean's cheeks turned red. Right. I knew that. Just testing you, Monkey.

Bridget, Mrs. Red said, Would you please come pick a present off the board and open it for us?

Bridget got to her feet with a triumphant smile and walked to the board, her blond hair swishing behind her.

Chapter 2

I Learn Something New

Bridget peeled a bright red and gold present from the board. She found an envelope taped to the back and reached inside. First she pulled out a picture of a