[ WP ] Late on Christmas Eve you awaken to find Santa in your home . He is much different than you imagined .

Sandra was, just like the years before, sitting on the couch and waiting for Santa. 
 
 Imagine her surprise when the fat man burst through a window instead of the chimney. 
 
 `` Oh. Hey you. Do n't say a thing, your parents can not see me!'' he whisper-shouted, and winked. Sandra was frozen. 
 
 When he started pulling out some coal from his big red bag, Sandra bristled. 
 
 `` Hey! I have n't been bad!'' 
 
 `` Yes you have. But you know, we could make an exception, if you promise to be good tonight. Also shut up.'' 
 
 Sandra smiled again. `` Of course I'll be good!'' 
 
 She was going to have so many presents! 
 
 Santa dropped his pants to the floor, and invited her to come closer with a finger. 
 
 `` Daaaaaad!'' 
 
 Santa turn to run but tripped on his own pants and faceplanted on the broken glass still sticking up from the windowframe he'd come through. The glass slid deep into his forehead and Santa went limp after a few seconds of agitation. 
 
 Sandra did n't care much as she was going through the dead man's big bag full of toys when her father burst into the room.
