Was Santa Claus a burglar?

'Twas the night before Christmas and I, age four at the time, was fast asleep at my grandmas house in Stockton.

I was awakened by something in the kitchen and booked to my grandma's room "Grandma! Grandma!" I shouted, "There's something in the kitchen."

"Maybe its Santa," she replied, "You had better go back to sleep."

I was so terrified from being robbed in the past, that my grams let me sleep with her and poppa. I couldn't sleep, so about twenty minutes later, I asked, "Is Santa a burglar?"

My grandparents were too hysterical to answer me. Just then I saw and heard a very loud vehicle with bright red lights. I was totally convinced we were being robbed by Santa. So, my grandma got up, walked me around the house and assured me that we were fine. I went back to bed, and about an hour or so later, I heard something else in the kitchen.

"Fine," I thought, "I'll find out myself!"

So I crept into the kitchen slowly, looked up, and saw the shadow of a big man over me! I screamed at the top of my lungs and took off to my room, hid under the covers, and I guess I dozed off.

The next morning, my grandma woke me up. "Merry Christmas," she said. "How'd you sleep?" She told me that the big guy was my poppa. I came out of my room to find gifts everywhere, breakfast cooking and family surrounding me. Oh, and I did check my Barbie collection, thankfully it was still intact. So, I guess Santa isn't that bad of a guy, for a "burglar" anyway.

Laura Arbios
Lodi