It was Christmas time, and a small guy like me was easily tricked into believing Santa used to leave North Pole, every 25th of December. I told Mariya about this, and since sisters are your greatest critics, she laughed at me as she went to sleep. Everyone I had told about Santa's existence, looked at me in the same way. Blasphemous people!
So I decided I would catch Santa that Christmas. A camera, a rope, a rucksack and a helmet (in case he hits me) were readied. I had never in my whole life stayed up late. But this time I have to beat the odds. If people laugh at me again, I will show my picture with the guy, and soon I will be in papers.
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'Good Night' our cousins say to each other. I still have managed to keep my mouth shut about the mission 'Santa is Going Down Baby' (or Adults, if they are listening)
The clock strikes twelve. The whole household is asleep, and so would I, if I wouldn't fall into the fish bowl every time I fall asleep. My camera is running, night mode switched on. And again my eyes drop. A shuffle of paper wakes me up.503Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKtosGD9alJ
A silhouette rifts through the presents. Wow Santa got a cab from North Pole. Then I looked at the open window. When did Santa shift from chimney to window ? I asked myself. What next,the door? Slowly, Santa eyes my cookies and milk. He creeps their slowly. Action time! 503Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9TLR0fqPKG
I jump at him, armed with a rope and rucksack. I emit my war cry, and I get hit on the jaw. Oh yeah, you think people at North Pole who still eat cookies can mess with the guys in real world eating burgers. You are wrong.
I jump from the sofa with the rucksack and successfully accomplishes in sacking him. Now for rope. I took the long string of jute and tied his hands with his belly. But then he only had abs. When did Santa start dieting? 503Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5eZYqta82K
I took my camera, switched the lights. 'What you just saw is a daredevil act of getting Santa in the rucksack. Let me bust some myths for you. First of all, Santa ain't fat, nor does he come through the chimney. But he still loves cookies and milk.' I point my camera at the half eaten cookies. Now you wanna see Santa. Three! Two! One!'503Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbgRJB8SUuk
I remove the sack. I scream, then Santa screams. 'Wait you are no Santa, you are .....'503Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvBNJJtESIA
I couldn't complete my sentence cause my dad, mom, uncle and Mariya are looking at Santa 2.0, screaming.503Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk9ZMhSIJb4
'CALL THE POLICE AND TELL THEM TO ARREST THE THIEF!!!'503Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE7YrKXzf9X
I learned a three things that day: One, never go Santa hunting if you don't know about the subject. Two, Santa isn't the only guy who loves milk and cookies. Three Mariya sucks at choosing presents.
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