Mother always told me that Santa always came around to our home around midnight, so we always tend to have a duel that mostly went like this.
Gabriel why don't you go to sleep said Mom.
But I want to see Santa, I persistent and resisted her pull.
You'll end up in Santa's naughty list and won't receive any Christmas present.
Like most kids that statement literally scared the shit out of me.
But then again I was a pretty curious child.
I'll agree to go up only to sneak out of my room ten minutes later to wait for Santa.
That has been the norm between us every Christmas.
But I've never caught Santa because I always fell asleep right around 12am.
But this fateful Christmas I was ready, I had taken a really long nap in the afternoon.
Hence I wasn't feeling sleepy in the slightest.
I had a pack filled with snacks and my Gameboy to pass time.
I had my cookies and milk out then I choose the best vantage point, behind the sofa.
There I waited.
It was a chore waiting for the clock to strike midnight and it seemed as if time and nature was against me.
The clock seemed slow and somehow I was sleepy.
But I was determined to see this true, to be the first kid to see Santa Claus and just then the clock struck twelve and a thud came from the chimney.
He's here.
