Christmas was near, and Bertie remembered to write out a list of things which he would like Santa Claus was to bring him.
"Santa Claus may forget some of those things," said his mother.
"He won’t," replied Bertie. "I’ve written them very clearly, and there isn’t too much on my list, and I’ve been very good this year. I’d like a new re- mote control car, and some chocolate, and a DVD or two, and a ball, and maybe a football shirt. I think Santa can manage that!“
Christmas morning came, and Bertie and his little sister were up at the crack of dawn to see what was in their stockings. The little girl’s stock- ing was bulging, and she kept squealing with delight as she put her hand in and pulled out all the goodies. Bertie was very quiet. His mother kept away from him as long as she could, for she knew what Santa Claus had done.
Finally she heard him coming with slow steps into her room. Sadly he opened the door and came towards her. He held in his hand a very long list : in fact, it seemed to be much longer than the one he had sent Santa. He put it in his mother's hand, while tears of disappointment fell from his eyes.
"Look what Santa Claus left for me. He might have left me one tiny present, don’t you think?"
Bertie’s mother looked at the list. It was a list of all things that Bertie had forgotten to do over the last six months. At the end of the listl was written, in big bold letters,
"OH SORRY, I FORGOT!"
Bertie wept for an hour. Then his mother reminded him that they were all going to Grandma's house for lunch. Grandma always had a pretty tree and she would have a present for Bertie.
When Bertie arrived at his Grandma’s house he gave her a big hug and told her that he wasn’t going to forget things anymore. And guess what he found underneath Grandma’s tree? A stocking full of presents, just for him. Santa Claus hadn’t forgotten him after all, and, from that day onwards, Bertie didn’t forget either.