• One cold winter night when the gaians were sleeping, hoping Santa would come, one gaian couldn't rest although he tried his best. The night was still young but, Leon couldn't rest. he knew a bad egg was in the nest. As he prowled the streets, everything was undeniably neat, not even the patter of feet. As the night grew old me started to catch a cold so he started to turn back. when he started to walk he heard someone talk, it sounded jolly and kind. As he spun around, he saw a mound covered in red as it raced towards a sled followed by someone with a pumpkin head. When Leon found the sled, he found that instead of a fight, it was a race among friends.
    it all depends on which end you look at it from, When he congratulated santa on his win, he realized how much his exhaustion had set in. With his ind at peace and loose ends tied up he ran to bed with a decision not to wake up.