It was a cold stormy night, and it started like any other.
There was a freezing blizzard outside, fortunately, we were inside.
The wood on the fireplace was crackling and popping.
It was dark in the house except for the fire and the Christmas tree.
The stockings were hanging just above the brick fireplace, and the presents were nestled safely under the tree.
Everyone in my house was asleep, everyone except for me.
I was sitting in the rocking chair in front of the fireplace, happy as can be eating gingerbread and drinking some eggnog.
Once I was done I went to the kitchen and put some gingerbread. Back o the plate and poured some milk into a cup and I sat them on the nightstand next to the rocking chair. I wasn’t sure if Santa clause was real but I was sure, I was thankful for this house.
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