Santa Will Come Every Year Its Christmas Magic.

[BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Every year the first week of december my father and I put up the tree my builds it I decorate it I love the finished result. Now chrsitmas eve I am baking cookies for santa chocolate chip I also bough three big carrots for some of the raindeer to have. I pour milk into a glass cookies on the plate water is pour into a silver dog bowl cookies and milk set on the small table water and carrots right below it. Waking up the next morning to find no milk and only three cookies water and carrots gone more than enough presents underneath the tree the younger kids start to wake up rushing down stairs chatting away about how santa and the raindeer came ate almost all the cookies and drank all the milk carrots and water gone. I felt a tug on my shirt my youngest nephew looking right up at me he begins to say "I knew he real." I stood there with a smile bigger than my face.