Black boots fell from the earth's heavens as they slid down the chimney and covered the white floor with grey ash. It was a sight that meant Christmas had truly begun. A symbol sent from God; Santa Claus. Tumbling down with a thud, presents wrapped in all different colours in a great, gigantic sack, I knew it was Santa, the cuddliest man in the whole, entire world.
No one thought he was real, but I knew that he was. Who else could have made Christmas the most wonderful time of the year, except Santa Claus himself. Of course it was him. No one else could have done this miracle.