Personal Narrative: Santa Was Not A Fake

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It was Christmas Eve, and I just hung the stockings up on the fire place. I knew Santa was real and I was waiting for him to come down the chimney and put presents under the tree. He would always leave gifts under the tree for good kids. I know he would come, I just know he will be here before morning. I wanted to see if Santa was not a fake, I wished that I could go and see him. A Tiny Voice told me to go see Santa. All I had to do was try on the magical shoes and I would be able to go and see Santa. When I tried on the slippers they took me off to somewhere shining with a bright light. There were bright lights all around me.

I got real happy. I didn't know that Christmas spirits and fairies were all around me and inside of me. Too

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