So, growing up I always loved the holiday season. I thought snow was awesome (I built some pretty great forts), decorating the tree was super fun, and (of course!) Christmas cookies were the best! However, I was always a bit nervous as Christmas Eve drew closer and closer....
Because I hated the idea of Santa coming into my room as I was asleep (which is a valid fear to be honest so good job to me for seeing that!). Even though my bedroom was on the second floor and our tree was downstairs, I still was unsure if Santa would somehow "have an adventure" upstairs. So I made sure to tell him:
How are you? I have been a very good girl this year. I hope you enjoy our cookies!
P.S. Please DO NOT COME IN MY ROOM. (And I find this hilarious because my parents kept every letter I wrote to Santa and there are like six of them from different years that tell him to stay out :P)
After leaving my letter with the cookies, I lay in bed for an hour or so thinking about the next morning before falling asleep.
The next morning was pretty uneventful. I woke up, opened presents with my family, and thought that Christmas was coming to a close. BUT, as I was playing with my new toys, my mom asked me what was under my bed.
It was a bright yellow plastic sled. WHICH MEANS SANTA CAME INTO MY ROOM AND LEFT IT THERE.
(But really my mom had forgotten to wrap it, so she thought it was a good idea to put it there)
Lol - so there's my story! After that incident I made sure to leave a sign hanging on my room to let Santa know he was unwelcomed to trespass :P
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Jingle Jenna <3
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