Sort of, Kind of Weird

One day... it was a horrible, horrible day because I hit myself on the bed. When I got into the afternoon, it was better because I saw Santa. It was Christmas Eve night, when I saw Santa. He was delivering presents. I heard a noise and went downstairs. I saw Santa putting presents under the tree. Santa asked me if I wanted to go to my friend's house--her house was the next stop.

I said, "Yes, let's go." He did not tell me what he got for me. I knew it was just what I wanted. When Santa left after we went to my friend's house, I burst into tears, stretched my arms, yawned, and said, "I think it is time to go to sleep."

That next morning, I opened the smallest present. It was just what I wanted: a bell off Santa's reindeer. I also opened a yoyo and a bike. Later on Christmas day, of course it was the next night, it was sort of, kind of weird because Santa came again. He asked me to go to Russia to deliver the presents. I said, "Yes, that would be so exciting!"

Santa said, "What are you waiting for? Let's go!"

It was morning when we returned from Russia. Mom was awake and looking for me because I was late for school. Mom yelled, "You're in trouble, missy." My brother started to laugh at me. I told him to laugh at someone his own age since he is only 3. Since it was my show-n-tell say, I took my reindeer bell to school and told all about my adventures with Santa.

"The bell is awesome," everyone said. Everyone except my brother!