I've been so excited for Christmas all year. And finally it was Christmas eve.
I just couldn't wait to see what Santa would be getting me for Christmas. I always sleep in the living room on Christmas eve, right by the tree, so I can get a glimpse of Santa. However, I always fall asleep and when I wake up later in the evening the presents are already under the tree. Not this year though! This year I was going to stay awake!
I know what you're thinking. What kind of 19 year old young lady still believes in Santa? Well, this kind I suppose. You may think I'm just a silly girl, but I know Santa is real. He must be! No one but Santa could know what I write in my letter to Santa each year and who else could leave me special presents in my bedroom in addition to those left under the tree.
So there I am, cuddled under my blankets on the sofa near the tree, waiting for Santa to come deliver my presents. I'm fighting so hard to stay awake. I'm just drifting off to sleep when I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. He's here! He's here!
Santa comes into the living room, in the perfect Santa suit I'd imagined, with a big red sack of gifts over his shoulder. Santa sees me laying on the sofa in the soft glow of the tree lights and can tell that I'm awake.
"Ho Ho Ho, and what are you doing awake little girl?"
I'm smiling brightly. "I try every year to stay awake so I can see you Santa but you always come so late. This year I tried extra hard!"
"Did you? You know, I may have to bring all of these presents back to the north pole with me now. Good little girls are supposed to be sleeping when Santa arrives. It is very naughty of you to still be awake so late. Are you a naughty little girl?"
I sit up, my blanket falling to my lap showing the semi-sheer white nightgown I am wearing. "No Santa. I'm a good girl, a very good girl."