12.04.09
"Hey Mister, what are you doing in my dining room?" said a little girl.
"...." the man shifted uneasily.
"Hey Mister, why are you in here in the middle of the night?" said the little girl.
"..." the man stood still, while still facing away from the girl.
"Hey Mister, why are you standing still there, are you hurt?" said the little girl.
"..." the man exhaled loudly.
"Hey Mister, how did you come into my house? Was the door unlock?" said the little girl.
"..." the man began to turn around to face the girl.
"Hey Mister, what's with you and that tree?" said the little girl.
"..." the man stared at the girl.
"Hey Mister, I'm going to sleep now. I'm full now." said the girl.
"..." the man watched the girl climb the stairs.
"Hey Mister, if you meet Santa later, don't tell him I ate his milk and cookies. Mommy'll get angry when she finds out. " said the little girl.
"..." the man turned to the tree behind him.
"Hey Mister, before you leave the house -"
The man froze to listen.
"- could you not leave that messy bunch of boxes beneath my tree. Mommy hates messes."
The man stared at the girl as she hummed a Xmas tune, heading to her room.
"Nice Santa Hat, btw Mister. Merry Xmas!"
The next day, the girl woke up to find reindeer dung on her front porch.
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