"Alright, I understand", I said to my parents on the phone.
They are stuck at the airport, on Christmas eve none the less! And by the sound of it, it looks like they won't be home until the day after Christmas. I sat on my couch in my pajamas. The air was cold in the house, but the lit fireplace was making concentrated warmth. Staring at the cookies and milk on a plate near the fireplace, I knew Santa wasn't real, but I always put them out on Christmas for the spirit of the holiday. All of a sudden, the fire goes out.
All of the house seems to go dark.
I began to hear what sounded like struggling coming from the chimney. Suddenly, two kicking red heels jut out into view. Legs then a torso soon follow until an entire person falls down.