Dream:
The first time I saw Santa at north pole he was riding a train. He looked at me and started to stare at me. But I thought he was a scary person so I ran back home. Then, I peeked out the window and saw him coming near my house. My sister was asleep so I had to wake her up. I had to tell her a creepy and fat guy is coming.
My sister, Cream(my sister's kitten), and I hid in a closet and waited for some seconds. We heard a loud noise at the door. The door almost broke then the door cracked open and Santa came in. Cream ran to the door and bit Santa on the leg. Then ripped his shirt. Then Santa ran into his sleigh and flew away.
Waking up:
Then I woke up I did not have any blankets and it was freezing like I was at north pole.
