Waiting for Santi Claws
Mum and dad have done some strange things, there is a big shining tree in the living room but it does not smell like a tree. It has lots of balls on it and I’m not allowed to play with them. Worse than that it blocks half my window sill.
Mum and dad told me about a santi claws who comes late at night and robs people of mince pies and milk, I have been watching for him. I don’t care how santi his claws are I have sharp teeth. Tiring work this guarding.
