manta claus

"manta claus is coming!" i kept warning mommy and daddy that he was on his way and all they would say is, "that's right, so you better be good." i'm always good, i kept thinking, even though i know i have really been "pushing it" as mom's says lately. i made sure to be good on christmas ["is-mas"] eve though. i went to my friends samuel and olivia's house and we ate dinner and lots of snacks and made really yummy cookies for santa ["manta"]. we decorated them all by ourselves and it was so much fun.
we didn't go home until really late, but mommy made sure we got those cookies set out for santa. she told me how if i was a good boy all year and i made him cookies and set them out for him the night before christmas that he would bring me presents. so, she got out our special plate and bottle for milk just for him and i picked out three of my cookies i made. it was so late that i started to get hungry though, so i snacked on one--oops! i guess i wasn't supposed to do that. the last thing mommy asked me before i went to bed that night was what i hoped santa was going to bring me and i told her i wanted a bike.