A knock on the door, a slight breeze through the air, I look through my window and gaze at the white road full of snow, a figure behind the door. I couldn’t identify, I don’t really have people in my house, in fact, no one dares to even come near my spooky abode. Something deep in my soul was daring for me to open it; I couldn’t resist. So, I marched on my way to the door, ready to block them off. As I twisted the knob, the door opened with a screech.
A meaty man with a gigantic grey beard, I was confused. I looked at his red and white onesie and his big black and gold belt, it wasn’t until I saw his red hat shaped like a triangle dangling down with a white ball of cotton. It was Santa! I was stunned, excitement filled the air as I thought he came to give me presents. Instead, he said something that changed my perspective of fairy tales forever… “Ho Ho Ho, let me see on my list, oh you’re going to the dungeon!” Santa said.
And with one click, we got teleported to a dim place. A prison cell I was in, a person in the corner, sitting there all alone. I stared back, it was Peter pan! “I guess the rumours were true.” I said, “the rumours of you kidnapping children, and Captain Cook saving them all.” “NO!” He said, “Santa is kidnapping all the naughty children and the magic users. We thought he was a loving guy, but he just wanted the magic all to himself!”
That’s when my childhood got ruined. END