Christmas eve

So, it's Christmas eve at our house. We put up our stockings. We set out cookies and milk. We checked the santa tracker on google earth, and we read twas the night before christmas. Bradley was tucked snugley in his bed and thoughts of santa danced in his head. When out in the street there arose such a clatter, Bradley leaped to his window to see what was the matter. I heard the noise too, so I ran to his room. He said that it was fireworks that santa had thrown. I Told him that surely santa was close and that he knew if Bradley's eyes were open or closed. He then crawld in bed and I heard not a peep. We'll see if santa comes while we all are asleep.

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