Does your mommy start decorating the house out of nowhere? Well my mommy does. When my mommy finished putting up a tree with a bunch of things on it and putting this shiny silver stuff around it, she picked me up and put me in the car. Where are we going? Are we going to the place where people look at me and say, “Oh, what a cute baby.” My mommy is quiet, so then they start talking about when they had kids. Ugh, we’re at that place. I think it’s called a store, but I don’t know. Mommy brings me up to this strange man dressed in red with white hair. He starts talking to me.
“Ho, ho, ho! Why hello there little one. I’m Santa. I bring you all of your toys.” The man said. So all of my toys are from a stranger? I started kicking and screaming so much that Santa had to take me off of his lap. I was still crying.
“Please take the picture, since the line is really long.” After the picture Santa said,
“Bye little Spencer.” How does he know my name? Before my mommy could get me, I got off the chair and climbed under it.
“Come on Spencer, it’s time to go bye bye.” Mommy said as she tried to grab me. I crawled farther back. I was shaking. I could see other kids crying too. Santa tried to pick me up, but I bit him. My mommy got so angry that she grabbed me and ran out of the mall. I later learned that biting Santa wasn’t nice. I refused to get any toys for a long time because Santa scared me so much. I also learned that Santa was a good guy even though he looks scary. I guess you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.