All the stockings were hung.All the chrildren were a sleep.
Out of no where you can hear the sound of rain-dear feet and then a squaeky nose it was santa going down the chemney.
The chrilden came running, there was nothing under the tree so santa had not came.
The kids ran and looked up at the chemney, santa and he has big bag of presents.
Santa is falling.AHHHHH! Kate screams!
No he is not, Jack said!
Go get the buter! Kate said!
So Jack ran to the fridge.
Jack found the butter
And they both covered Santa with buter,From head to toe.
Santas out, Kate said
So then Jack and Kate went back to sleep.