Hi I'm Sophie and I'm only 12. I live with my mum, dad and my one year older brother. And I would like to tell you my story.
One night my sweet little house, just across for the Big Ben. I'd lay admiring the joy of the lights from my bedroom window. I was so pumped up because it was Christmas tomorrow, it would take me a while to drift off into my Christmas dream, like it did every year I would have the same dream every year.( but this year it was a different Dream ). When I finally nodded off, I was startled by the sound of my window creeping open . I jumped out off my bed and stood still in shock staring at the window which I knew I locked. ("What no this can't be is it a ghost? Am I going to die?") I whisper to myself. I hear a sound off breath "argh", bang!. I stagger back to reveal a man with a beard white as milk, and in a suit as red as blood also he was cradling a big, big bag. ("Is...is this Father Christmas? No it's not possible, it must be a burglar, oh no what am I going to do?"). "What are you still doing up Sophie?" Asks the mysterious deep man. ("How does he know my name?") "um you woke me and how do you know my name" I say softly " my apology for waking you and not introducing myself, I Sophie am a burglar". I was just about to scream when I got interrupted by the burglar "chill I'm only messing with ya I'm Santa or Father Christmas either one will do"he says sweetly "no...really. But your not actually here and basically I'm not either this is all just a dream" I yelled from the top off my lungs. He dashed towards me like one of his reindeers do and covered my mouth tensely. "I assure you you this is not a dream sweetheart this is very, very really and if you don't believe me they will be no presents for you further on in the morning"
Thanks for reading 😀
