“Ok, this teddy just seems weird. I wonder why that man gave this to me. What is that guys deal…” So many thought were going through my head at once and I was buried deep in them, trying to solve them all at once. I started to put on my pajamas whenever the teddy looked different. I hurried and put on the rest of my pj’s and went over to see what happened to the teddy. It looked…fine. Normal. Nothing was wrong yet I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. So I climbed in bed snuggled with the teddy and dozed off. I wake to see that my teddy was gone. Not under the blankets, on the floor, nowhere. I was anxious and sad after I searched the whole room. No teddy bear. That’s when I noticed that the door was opened and could hear faint steps walking down the stairs. I follow and see that the teddy was talking to… SANTA!!!! I looked at my room and back, trying to see if this was real. It was. My teddy noticed me and waved for me to come over. I went down the stairs and just stared in awe. The big, red, jolly man himself, Santa Clause. I had so many questions and he had so little answers. After a while and few cookies with Santa it was time for bed. I went to sleep, woke up, checked the date and it was Christmas Day and I told my parents everything. They kept telling me it was a dream but I knew it was real. I had that feeling in my gut telling me that it was real.