Santa blinked at the light of his bedside table. He grasped the alarm clock in his hand and almost threw it across the room It was already time to get up and he felt like he hadn’t slept in days. His back hurt, his stomach was upset and his chin was itchy. Santa started and groaned. It couldn’t be happening already, he thought. After all it wasn’t even the beginning of December.
Santa stiffly rose from the bed and walked to the full length mirror in the bathroom. he looked at his ripped and tattered pajamas and sighed. It always happened overnight. He always changed from his normal slender frame to a portly, old man with a white beard while he slept. If he didn’t know that he was looking at himself he would have thought he was looking at a picture a stranger. Continue reading Jessie doesn’t recognize Santa