The Time My Dad and I Stole Santa In my neighborhood people are really nice and normal and not weird at all. Nobody fights and people just live regular. My neighborhood is going down a hill so it's very windy. One night a couple of years ago my dad, my next door neighbor and i did something crazy. It was christmas time and everyone had their christmas decorations up. There was no snow and it looked really weird. One of my neighbors across the street had a bunch of christmas lights and christmas decorations. In particular, they had a giant, light-up, inflatable santa. It looked so weird. We joked about taking it and putting it in our yard but we were never really serious. One night The neighbors had came over. They were a couple and their …show more content…
It was really hard because it was pitch black and We couldn’t find them all. Eventually, we got it and took it to another neighbor's yard who had christmas lights. We found an outlet connected to some christmas lights and hooked it up. We then propped up the santa so it was facing their windows. After that we went to bed.
The next morning my dad was going to work and when he passed the house we put it at it wasn’t there. He got scared because he thought it blew away because we didn’t stake it down. My dad called the neighbor when he got to work and found out they put it in there garage. So that afternoon we had to go bring it back. When we got there with santa we knocked on their door. The neighbor came out and kept saying sorry and thanking us for retrieving santa. He thought it blew into our yard or something. My dad told him what really happened and he seemed to get annoyed. He told us to just plug it back in and stake it down. We did that quickly and left because it was so cold. A few days later we got a call from him about how we didn’t do a good job staking it down and how santa kept falling over. We had to go back in the cold and it took like 30 minutes to get it right. It was really fun and funny but it sucked having to put it
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make my way to the frost coated back door, illuminated by the green and red
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The park was empty when we arrived. I had no dought that my dad told