The Day Santa Claus Wasn't Real

I woke up, I was still sleepy, but I couldn’t sleep anymore. It was Christmas morning. I remembered that it took me 3 hours to fall asleep, because I just was too excited about it, I should finally see Santa Claus again! And this year I had decided me for asking Santa Claus that if I may get a ride in Santa’s sleigh.

I ran out off my bed. It was only 6:36 in the morning, but I just wouldn’t sleep anymore, I was too excited about tonight. My big brother and I slept in the same room, so when I ran out of my bed, I woke him up, and he jelled: “What the hell are you doing so early up in the morning?” I replied: “I have to get up and be ready until Santa Claus is coming, I won’t too asked him something!” my big brother just looked at me like I was stupid and he turned around and fell asleep again. I rushed in to the couch and turned on the television so the time would go faster. There was Christmas cartoon I saw in 3 hours, until the others started to get up from their deep sleep. I couldn’t understand and believe how they could sleep so long when Santa Claus was coming after all! I screamed happy Christmas at them. My mom smiled at me, my dad just walk straight to the coffee. I got the television turned off, and walked over to my mom and we all got some Christmas breakfast together. I asked my mom about if she know what Santa Claus would give me, but she just smiled and said: “You have to wait and see tonight, because you have to be a good boy to get presents.” I got a little mad, because I had been a good boy.