Creepy Santa, Hands Off!
Every Christmas morning as I eat breakfast, I see my two younger brothers running toward the Christmas tree and opening the life out of the gifts under the Christmas tree. I watch their excitement as they eagerly love what they open. I know who puts the gifts under the tree, but isn’t the make believe that “Santa will come…while you’re asleep” that kind of creepy?
Approximately in December a lot of kids around my age started talking about this guy called Santa. I remember asking my mom and she told me the story of Santa Clause. At first I was okay, but then I started thinking that’s creepy. I imagined him in the dark of night and putting presents under the tree, what does he get out of this? Then what, eat a cookie or two? Would he stick around, or just leave ? The more I thought of these questions, the more uncomfortable I began to feel about him.
The night before Christmas my dad followed the noise under the chimney where a giant possum jumped out! What the heck was Santa trying to communicate?
To conclude, Santa is creepy!