“Beep, beep, beep!” He reached his hand over and quickly and turned off his alarm clock. It was 3:24 am, on Christmas day. Every year he would go to his tree, and see what presents were waiting for him in the coming hours. His excitement began to boil over as he dressed up in his jet black spy outfit. He opened his drawer and got out his night vision goggles, and his mini flashlight. He tiptoed down stairs, past his parents bedroom. His eyes lit up when he saw the overly decorated Christmas tree. His mind was racing as he approached the Christmas tree. “What did I get this year?” He thought to himself. “Maybe that new toy truck, or that baseball glove, or that bat, or the baseball glove and the bat!” He was even more excited now then he ever was, but all that would soon come to a halt. When he got to the tree his jaw dropped as he noticed that there was not one present under the tree. He scanned the whole area around the tree more times then he could count. Not one present was under the tree that Christmas day. He stood there in disbelief, and began to make up his own reason behind the missing presents in his head. “Santa probably did not come yet. Yeah, he probably won’t come till later on.” Then his mind began to take a different spin on it. “Maybe my parents took the presents so they can have them for themselves. They were always jealous of what Santa brought me.” He said as he tiptoed back up the stairs. A sharp pain went up his foot as he hit a book. He looked down and read, “How the Grinch stole Christmas by Dr. Seuss.” The whole story flooded back into his head, and then that’s when he realized. “My parents are trying to steal Christmas!” He thought to himself as he picked up the book, and rushed up the stairs into his room. He changed back into his pajamas, and crawled into bed. He opened the book and read some parts to refresh his memory. “OK, my parents must have all the presents hidden in there room somewhere.” He thought as he looked at his alarm clock. It was now 5:40 am, on Christmas day. He knew his parents would begin to wake up at exactly 6 o clock on the dot. His brain began to come up with a plan. A plan so devious that only a little boy can think of it. “I will tell my mother that I feel sick. She will go downstairs to get me medicine, but what she does not know is that I have the medicine. She will be down there for about 5 minutes trying to find it,” He said as a small grin began to rise on his face. “My dad will be to busy shaving in the bathroom to even know what is going on. Then I will sneak in there room, and find my presents!” He knew his plan would work, and did not doubt that it would not for a second. He looked at the clock again. It was now 5:59 am, on Christmas day. He was so excited, and could not contain himself. He knew he would have to hide his excitement for his mom to believe his story. He then tried various sick faces until he picked the one that would work the best. All of the sudden a light sprung on in the hallway. It was now time to put his plan into action. He got up, put on his sick face, and approached his mom. “Mom, I feel sick,” He said in a low drawn out tone. “OK, I’ll get you some medicine,” she said and went downstairs to get some. He started walking to his parents room quickly knowing he wouldn’t have much time left. He passed the bathroom on the way and saw his dad in there. Everything was going just as he planned. He walked into his parents room, and began searching every corner of the room. Under the bed, in the closet, and other locations of the room. They were no where to be found. He then saw the drawer, and realized that was the last place to look. He approached the drawer hoping that they were there. He checked each one until he got the the bottom one. He took a deep breathe and opened the drawer to reveal a bread and costume. “Santa?” He said confused as he pulled the whole thing out. His mind began to race and he realized that Santa looked a lot like his dad. “My dad is Santa?!” He screamed as his jaw dropped and he became frozen with shook. He had so many questions, but all he knew was that Christmas will never be the same again.
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