Christmas eve

Twas the night before Christmas. Outside was crisp and freash and not a creature was scurrying  not even a bear. I was trying to sleep with all the excitement,  it was impossible like trying to pick up water. Then i here a clatter on my roof. Then i ran to my parents room to tell them about the clatter, she just told me "go back to sleep" of course i didn't listen to her. I slowly walk outside with a baseball bat is see these magical raindeer and SANTAS SLEIGE. Oh me oh my what wonderful site of Santa going down my very own chimney.