Santa Without a Chimney

I woke up at 2:17 a.m. to the sound of boots on my roof. I smiled—until I remembered we don’t

have a chimney. The footsteps stopped right above my bedroom. Then something heavy dragged across the

ceiling… slowly. I checked my phone—no snow, no wind, no explanation.

That’s when my mom texted me from downstairs: “Did you hear Santa?” Before I could reply, the attic door creaked

open above me. And a voice whispered my name—from inside the house. If you were me…

would you hide under the bed, or look up at the attic stairs?