A Visit from Santa Claus
A deep, tranquil sleep was interrupted by the brief chime of high-pitched jingle bells. Young Kourtney woke up at exactly 2.35 in the morning, puzzled after being awoken so early in the morning.
Her room was silent, apart from the odd creak in the floor board, not a single living thing was awake. She took a swift glance at the now frosted glass windows to see fresh, crisp snow showering the winter ground. Glaciers of sharp ice protruded at the thin windows conveying a polar ambience.
Kourtney was 7 years old, a perfect age to develop her impertinent side – so her presumptuous side over took her.
She slowly departed her toasty quilt to be met with a cold, wintery gust of air. After making it four steps on her ancient wooden floor she heard a massive creaking noise reverberate through the house. She continued down her staircase – the banister covered in festive wreaths and vibrant red bows. However, the same sound interrupted her again, the same rapid bells.
Before she could turn her perplexed gaze over to the living room, her eyes were met with a figure; but that was no ordinary figure. Oh no, this was a red figure with a white great beard. Her heart went through the rood for a second as she was coming to terms with her speechless discovery. Santa Claus slowly walked over the immense tree filled with colourful, glistening baubles. He knelt down on one knee and placed a colossal gift under the tree. The present was covered in flamboyant, prismatic ribbons and a gigantic bow on top. She thought to herself about how magnificent it was, but in the blink of an eye he was gone…
She rushed to the window to take a peek and sure enough she heard a faint ‘ho, ho, ho’ and a gold sleigh soaring through the astral, luminous sky.
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