Sunday, June 21, 2020


Howling wind and thick mist trying to swallow my car as I drive. I’m in Antarctica which is 3 025 miles away from my home. I’m out in this brutal weather looking for Santa's welcoming house. The first house I came to I knocked on the door thinking that it was Santa and his elves work day and night, the door opened with a crack and squealing rusty Hinges fell off the door. So I left right away. Still looking for Santa’s house and wondering what was inside the first house I went to. Then a huge polar bear attacked…     

No comments:

Post a Comment