'Tis the Season to Eat Cookies... Perhaps 'Til You Explode

Last night at our family Christmas party, we had such fun. Everyone came over and we talked until the pizza was ready. After dinner we had some dessert; everyone had brought a different type of cookie. My uncke brought my pesonal favorite, storebought sugar cookies with tons of frosting and sprinkes. I ate about 3 last night. But enough about dinner, I have more exciting things to talk about.

Well, it was after dinner and we were singing carols, when someone outside started shaking the door. When my dad opened the door, Santa came stumbling in! He sat himself down and looked around. "I heard you singing!" he said. "Oh, my hands are SO cold!" This was when he saw my younger cousin. "Susan!" Santa said, embracing Cameron. Santa held him out to inspect him, and said, "Wait, your not Susan," He set Cameron down. Someone asked him why he was here, and he said, "Well. I was flying over Mount Timterwagee... no, Tanterwaggle. No, no, no." "Mount Timpanogas." My sister said. "Ah yes," Santa muttered. "I was flying over Mount Timpanogas, when my sleigh started tipping. Then, my reindeer dumped me right in a lake! Then I made my way here and heard you singing, and here I am." " Can we see your reindeer?" Cameron asked. "Oh, no," Santa Claus said. "Once, a long time ago, a little boy took some snow, packed it in a ball, and threw it right at Dasher. And now my reindeer are afraid of children." He turned to my uncle, Paul, and said, "You look very familiar." We all laughed. Santa turned and saw my dad reading his book. "THIS BOOK IS MORE EXCIITING THAN ME?!?!?!" With that, Santa grabbed my dad's book and attempted to throw it down the stairs. He missed. "You come with me," Santa said, grabbing my dad's shirt. "Now sit right here." Santa said, ushering to the spot next to his. My dad sat down looking sheepish. "Barbie Goes Bananas," Santa explained to the family. "Now," Santa said, "I will tell a story. I need a helper," Santa looked around. "You," He said, pointing to my uncle, Aaron. "You have been on the naughty list for quite a long time!" Santa said. He was right. My uncle isn't the best behaved person. "Now stand on this chair," Santa said, pionting to a nearby chair. Aaron got up on the chair and looked at the stockings as Santa told him. Then Santa began the famous poem, The Night Before Christmas. When he got to the part about the moon, he shined my dad's balding forehead and adjusted it as though trying to reflect light from it. "The moon," he announced. When he got to the part about Santa's cheeks, he smacked Aaron's rear. That got a good laugh out of everyone. Then came the presents. Santa gave each of my cousins and siblings a present. He gave me a paint by number that is so me that I could hardly believe it. It was the best Christmas party ever.