The Spy on Santa Disaster

One time on Christmas Eve,

I decided to do something about the secret of Santa. I wanted to be the first one to know if Santa was actually REAL. So,I decided to try to see him. Obviously, it wasn’t about to be easy.

So I went and asked Mom if I could spy on Santa this afternoon. ”Mom,can I spy on Santa today!?””What are you talking about, sweetie? We have the party this afternoon!” ”Fine. I said. Then maybe at night…? Like,at 3?” And just imagine what she said. ”3? Are you serious? Remember,you have to go to bed early! How could you forget? Now, enough talk about Santa. Come and help me with something.” I know, right?! She can’t be serious!! I swear I thought she’d say yes! So unfair.

Hey,if anybody is reading this stuff, don’t laugh! I am 6 years old here! Not that it tells you anything.

ANYway, after I helped Mom,it was time for the party, and it was fun! We ate yummy food, and danced.

Then, that night Mom tucked me in to bed, I still didn’t give up on the spying idea. ”Mom?” I said. She said, “Yes,sweetie?” I said, “Can I still stay up?” She sighs. I can tell that what she is going to say is NOT going to be so great for me… I know that because sighing is NOT a good sign. ”Sweetie, I know you really want to do this, but Santa will not be so happy if you see him…” she says. The only word I can really say is ”HUH?”. Why wouldn’t Santa want me to see him? “Mom? Are you joking or something?” I say. She lets out a big breath. Another bad sign. “Look,sweetie. I know this is hard to understand, but you’ll just have to. Santa is mysterious, and he wants to stay that way forever.” She says. Then, before I can say anything, she wishes me goodnight and turns off the light.

I was alone with my thoughts now. Well, as you could see, plan A hadn’t worked. Now it is time for plan B. But it was going to be hard, because I didn’t have one. I had to think. And fast. After all, I DID want to see Santa even if he wasn’t happy with it. So I thought. And thought. And even thought some more. Finally, I came up with a perfect plan.

At 11:57, I would sneak out of my room to the living room and hide behind the couch. Or anything else that would be big enough for me to hide there. Like the kitchen table! Yeah! Perfect idea. So, then at exactly 12:00 Santa would come! Then I would see what presents he puts under the Christmas tree. Then, once he was gone,I would come out of my hiding place and open my presents. Isn’t that a great plan?

I decided to wait until that time. But it was boring. I read one whole book, then played a game on my tablet, AND THEN it was FINALLY time to begin my plan. There was electricity in the air. I was about to begin my PLAN. Plan B, to be exact.

At EXACTLY 11:57, I carefully tiptoed to the living room and hid behind the kitchen table. Three minutes till the magic would happen! I looked around. Suddenly, I froze. There was a small black figure standing in the middle of the room! Plus, that scary thing was looking right at me with those scary, black, eyes. Oh, no!! The figure is moving toward me!! I close my eyes, waiting to be dead. But, nothing comes… I slowly open my eyes. And then I see who it is. Whew! It’s just my cat. I breathe a sigh of relief. Then, I get back to waiting. I wait. And wait. I looked at the clock. It was 12:02. I wanted to scream. Seriously? Santa? Aren’t you going to come? I decided to wait 2 more minutes, and then go back to my room. Then I waited. Then looked at the clock. It was 12:04, and HE STILL WASN’T HERE!! I couldn’t believe it. I angirly stomped back to my room, the floor creaking and all.

I fell asleep instantly, and when I woke up it was morning again. I went to the kitchen to have breakfast. On my way I stopped by the living room. I was still pretty angry about the whole ‘spy on santa’ thing. But when I looked under the tree,I saw something that made my mouth fall open in aw. Under the tree was a whole PILE of presents. So, even though the spy on santa didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to, I was still happy about the presents.

Maybe Santa DOES want himself to be a secret.