I wake up from an awful nightmare, on Christmas eve, about getting kidnapped by Santa Claus. I look over at my clock and realize that my clock has been unplugged. So i go to check the time on my phone.. wait where is my phone? Oh whatever i'm going back to sleep.
Oh my gosh, why can't i go to sleep! Now i am getting really mad, it is probably three in the morning and i have to get up in like two hours. Where the heck did my blanket go, it is freezing! What the heck am i laying on? Why is a toy train in my bed? Why is it so dar… where is my bed? Why am i in a bad?
Was that really a dream? Did i really get kidnapped by Santa Claus? So i start screaming and freaking out. I reach into my pocket and pull out my dads pocket knife he told me to hold on to and start to cut my way out of the bag. I peek outside and see something red.
“Its about time you get up.” I hear in a deep voice. “How did you sleep, Tamra?”
“Who are you, where am i, how do you know my name, where are you taking me?” I question the deep voice.
“Woah woah woah. I am Santa Claus, in a sled, I'm Santa, and to the north pole.” He says.
“Why did you kidnap me?”
“I did not kidnap you, silly girl!”
“Uhhhhh yeah you did, you took me out of my house when i am sleeping, without my permission, that is kidnapping.” I shout at him.
“I wanted you to bake me cookies.”
“Why did you just ask me?
“Because if i take you to the north pole and you make them, you can show the elves how to bake the same cookies!” He says in a jolly way.
“Why do you want my cookies?”
“They are the best cookies in the world!”
BEEP BEEP BEEP my alarm goes off.
Oh my gosh, why can't i go to sleep! Now i am getting really mad, it is probably three in the morning and i have to get up in like two hours. Where the heck did my blanket go, it is freezing! What the heck am i laying on? Why is a toy train in my bed? Why is it so dar… where is my bed? Why am i in a bad?
Was that really a dream? Did i really get kidnapped by Santa Claus? So i start screaming and freaking out. I reach into my pocket and pull out my dads pocket knife he told me to hold on to and start to cut my way out of the bag. I peek outside and see something red.
“Its about time you get up.” I hear in a deep voice. “How did you sleep, Tamra?”
“Who are you, where am i, how do you know my name, where are you taking me?” I question the deep voice.
“Woah woah woah. I am Santa Claus, in a sled, I'm Santa, and to the north pole.” He says.
“Why did you kidnap me?”
“I did not kidnap you, silly girl!”
“Uhhhhh yeah you did, you took me out of my house when i am sleeping, without my permission, that is kidnapping.” I shout at him.
“I wanted you to bake me cookies.”
“Why did you just ask me?
“Because if i take you to the north pole and you make them, you can show the elves how to bake the same cookies!” He says in a jolly way.
“Why do you want my cookies?”
“They are the best cookies in the world!”
BEEP BEEP BEEP my alarm goes off.