On Christmas Eve,
little Lily was VERY busy.
She stacked cookies on a shiny red plate.
She poured milk into a tall glass.
She even wrote a note in big letters:
“DO NOT eat these cookies, Santa.
They are a trap!”
Lily hid behind the couch.
She held her flashlight tight.
Her eyes were BIG and ROUND.
She whispered, “I will catch Santa tonight!”
Tick-tock, tick-tock…
The clock went past midnight.
Her eyelids drooped.
Her head bobbed.
Soon—
Lily was fast asleep.
Then—CRUNCH!
A loud cookie crunch!
Lily popped up like a jack-in-the-box!
She turned on her light and yelled,
“GOT YOU SANTA!”
But it wasn’t Santa.
Standing by the cookie plate was…
Dad!
Cookie crumbs were all over his beard.
His eyes were wide as snowballs.
Lily pointed at her note.
Dad gulped.
“Ohhh no…” he whispered.
Then—WHOOSH!
The Christmas tree blinked on!
Ornaments jingled and jangled!
From the chimney came a deep voice:
“Daaaaave…
I TOLD you not to eat the cookies!”
Out stepped Santa Claus!
Dusty, smiley, and very real!
He looked at Lily and winked.
Then he looked at Dad and said,
“You owe me
three dozen snickerdoodles.”
He tapped his nose,
twinkled his eyes,
and—POOF!
Santa was gone.
The next morning…
Lily ran downstairs!
Under the tree was a shiny new bike!
The cookie plate was half empty!
And Dad was wearing a silly shirt that read:
“Official Santa Cookie Thief!”
Lily giggled.
Dad groaned.
Mom laughed so hard she snorted.
Stake ID: Pwnedby1337
