• ~~CHARLIES EXPERIENCE WITH SANTA~~

    On Christmas Eve, there was a boy named Charlie. He was 9 years old and he was sitting by his window, waiting for Santa. He was so eager to see Santa. His sister says Santa isn't real, and that there is no such thing. He wanted to see for himself.
    "Santa, If you come, I WILL prove that you're real. He held a Canon camera in his 2 little hands. Then he heard a thump on the roof. He hoped that Santa wouldn't
    crush his little one story house. He didn't have a chimney, so he hoped he would take the door instead. Charlie jumped to his feet in excitement.
    "SANTA!!" He whispered. He hurried down the hall and through the house until he was the opening of the living room. He looked around, expecting Santa.
    "Santa?" the boy questioned through the dead air. Then he heard huffing and puffing. He turned towards the window, where the noise was coming from,
    and gasped. He saw a giant red ball crash through the window. Glass shattered everywhere. Charlie's eyes widened. Too shocked to take a picture, he blinked
    until he saw the shape. It was bloody Santa.
    "Oh my Gosh, Santa, are you okay?!" Charlie ran to his side.
    "DO I LOOK OKAY!? Crap, son, why didn't you stop me? I got a peice of friggin glass in my left arm!" Santa's eyes narrowed as he pointed to the 8 inch glass that was clinging to his
    arm.
    "I'm sorry, I was kinda shocked that you're real..." Charlie looked with shame. Santa laughed. Charlie's head shot up.
    "Wait, where's your reindeer?!" He skimmed across the yard through the broken glass.
    "Oh, they aint here. Ho ho ho." Santa got up slowly and grabbed the bag of toys. Only 10 presents...
    "How come there's not much in there, Santa?" Charlie glared at the bag.
    "Heh, well, not many 'nice' kids are in this stupid world." Santa mumbled. Charlie thought Santa would be so different. Santa got up and set some presents down
    beside their tree.
    "There you go kid. Enjoy..Oh yeah, ho ho ho." He said glumly.
    "It's Charlie. Charlie Painter."
    "Yea okay." Santa got up and started to run towards the window. He made it through half way, but he was stuck in the window.
    "I need to lose weight. Elves back at the South Pole call me a fatty..." He muttered, and squirmed till he was free.
    "MERRY CHRISTMAS KID!!!!!!!!" Santa yelled out to Charlie.
    Charlie smiled. Then frowned.

    "WHAT ABOUT MY WINDOW?!?!" He yelled after Santa. There was no response. He left.