While You Are Sleeping

• Penelope Cavanough, Grade 3
• Short Story
• 2018

The door creaked open creeeeeeeeeeeack. Tip toe tip toe. It was dark and cold all the lights were out. I walked in, the floor boards creaked. The door slammed BANG! I hid but no one was to be seen. The fire place lit up, the Christmas tree glistened. I crept through the house slowly then I heard a noise “Yawn”. Someone woke up I whispered. I went to hide but she caught me, “who are you” she said. I took off my disguise “I am Santa’’I said. Her eyes were as big as moons. “You’re Santa”she said. “I am” I said. “I’m here to deliver your presents but I can’t do that if you’re not a sleep” .She rushed to her bedroom. I knew she was not asleep she woke up and she realised she only got coal