Zeeno was a small, green dinosaur with a felt tongue stitched on the side of his face.  He had large, curious eyes and yellow yarn for hair that stood up on the top of his head like a giraffe's would.  He was probably the cutest thing that you could ever love, but what made him special was that he was a toy.

Santa flew down to the top of a small house, landing gently on the snowy shingles.  He took his large bag, filled with toys, and slid down the chimney with a finger up his nose.  A Christmas tree was covered with colored lights, and fleece stockings were hung from the mantle.  Santa carefully took out some toys, and placed them under the tree, then found some treats to stuff the stockings.  Then Santa put down his bag so that he might eat the cookies that were left for him.  They were pretty little gingerbreads with gum-drop buttons and icing smiles.  Santa picked up a the glass of milk beside them, and drank it happily, washing down the crumbs in his mouth.  Then it was back up the chimney with a finger up his nose, and off into the sky in his reindeer sleigh.
Zeeno was deep down in a purple stocking with the name C-a-r-e-y printed on the side.  Zeeno couldn't wait till morning when a loving child would find him stuffed in a stocking, and ready to play with him.  Zeeno found it hard to sleep from his excitement.  Besides, the stocking smelled of chocolates and cinnamon and oranges.
Morning finnaly came, and Zeeno could hear children pounding down the stairs, dragging their parents behind them.  He heard them shout and scream as they saw their presents, and he felt someone pull his stocking off the mantle, waiting to squeeze him tight with love.
Zeeno was about to explode with joy as some child began tearing things out of the stocking, nibbling on a chocolate here and there, sniffing a cinnamon stick, and relishing a juicy orange.  Finally, after what seemed like forever, a hand grasped him about the tail, and pulled him out into the world of a living room.  A girl of seven years was smiling at him lovingly.  She had green eyes and dirty-blonde hair.  Zeeno thought she was wonderful.
The girl took him by the waist and shoved him into the face of frightening woman with crow's feet and a wrinkled brow.
"Look mommy!  It's a dinosaur!"   Oh!  the girl's voice was like the sweet sound of high-pitched windchimes.
"He's cute, isn't he, Sweety?"  Zeeno now had a good excuse for a tongue to be stuck to the side of his face.  Zeeno thought the woman's voice was like nails on a wet chalkboard, or a screeching machine that was drenchd in oil.  He was frightened by it, and was glad that he didn't have a smile stitched on his face, just a tongue.
The little girl ran up the stairs and into a pretty room with pastel colors and girly things.  The little girl place him carefuly on her bed, and kissed him.
"I'll see you at bedtime..."
The little girl stopped for a moment and thought until her face lit up.
"Zeeno!  I'll name you Zeeno!"
Then the little girl raced down the stairs and back up with a stuffed T-rex.
"This is King, Zeeno!  You two can play while I'm busy.  Now behave until I come back at bedtime, ya hear!"
Zeeno watched her put King beside him and race down the stairs.  He was going to love his new life.