Twas the night before Christmas. After spending the day baking holiday cookies and making gingerbread houses with my family, it was finally time to go to sleep. As I crawled into …show more content…
I reluctantly agreed and then shut my eyes hoping to fall fast asleep. Sadly that plan didn’t quite pan out. About an hour passed and there I was, wide awake in bed, eyes still shut. All of a sudden I heard footsteps going down the stairs. "It 's Santa!", I quietly whispered to myself. Then the question came to mind, "Should I try to go see him? No I couldn 't, that has to be against the rules" I stated. I went back & forth for a while but I finally decided that I may never get this chance ever again so I have to at least take a peek. I slowly opened my door, making sure not to make a sound. I heard the noise of the tree moving in the living room. "He 's putting the presents down right now!" I thought. I couldn 't let him hear me come down the stairs so I sat on the top step and slowly scooted down each step until I got down to the very bottom. "This is it" I said. As I peered my head around the corner I saw a shadowy figure bent down at the tree, adjusting presents. "There he his! It 's Santa Claus in the flesh!" I begin shaking because I was so nervous. I scanned the room and noticed he had eaten the cookies I left out for him. The carrots were gone too. I was happy that they enjoyed the snacks we left out for them. I went