Sleeping there with the fire warming my toes, there was not sound or movement anywhere. The tree was set up in the middle of the room, with it's glistening Santa Claus on top, shining on the night before Christmas. cookies and lactose intolerant milk were laying on a tray next to the couch. I was snuggled up in a quilt, dreaming about what presents Santa would bring me this year. Falling in and out of sleep, the excitement was overtaking my mind if I would actually see Santa Claus this year. All of a sudden, the fireplace cleared, fire dissappeared, and my eyes could not believe what I was about to see.
A skinny, brown-haired man shifted his body through the fireplace, carrying a huge red bag over his shoulder. My first thought was that is was Santa Claus, then I saw his young and unhappy face. He seemed as in shock as I was! He saw me, overcome with shock and disbelief, and said, "Hi little girl, I am just going to lay your presents down and then go on my way." He did not go for his cookies, which really made me livid. Thankfully, he drank the milk...and spit it out.
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