My Christmas was bizarre–on two levels. It all began on Christmas Eve; I had milk and cookies placed for Santa Claus and carrots out in the yard for his reindeer. My parents were fast asleep, and I would head to bed shortly after as well.
Here is the interesting part; I heard the sounds of sleigh bells the instant I touched the doorknob. I turned around and looked up into the night sky, only to see a flying sleigh with reindeer pulling it! It was Santa, and he came way too early! I ran inside as he landed on my roof and dashed to my room!
Before I could open the door, I heard a loud thud followed by a groan. I ran back to see what happened, and when I entered the living room, I saw the tree knocked over, the firewood scattered on the floor, and Santa laying on the ground inside the chimney. He had slipped and fallen down the chimney!
So, this Christmas not only proved to me that Santa was real, but it also ended with me and my parents calling an ambulance for him. Truly the weirdest way to end a year, isn’t it? We will make sure to put a cushion in the fireplace next time!
