• It was a cold, snowy night in Paris. December 23rd. "Mom?" my little 5 year old sister asked. "what Mary?" Mom answered. "Is Santa comming Tomorow??" she asked curiously. "Well Mary.....He doesnt exist." Mary started to cry. I pulled my mom aside. "are you CRAZY mom?!?!?!?"
    "What did i say Haine?"mom replied.
    "Shes 5 years old! don tell her that kind of stuff!!!!!"
    I was at the airport with my mom, my little sister Mary, and my twin brother Jack ( Jack and I are 12). We were heading for New York for Christmas.
    "Haine" said Jack. "Mom doesnt was Mary to know about Grandad..."
    WHY NOT?!?!?!!?!?!"I yelled.
    The truth was that Santa Clause was our grandad. If Mary found out about him she would have to find a husband in 5 years and become the nect Mrs.Clause. The third child from all generations in out family gets to become the next Mr. or Mrs. Clause or else they get cursed with the worst thing possible. No love. No happines. And no laughter.
    "Well you know... it kinda sucks being in this family..." Jack replied.
    Now we were in the plain Jack and I were sitting next to Mary.
    "Mary" Jack said.
    "Ya Jack" Mary replied with a tear in her eye.
    Jack said "Mom was only joking about about there not being a santa clause! Haine and I belive in him!"
    "Haine," Mary said, "do you belive in him?"
    "Of course i do!!!!!" I said happily!
    We were in the plane falling asleep on each other. We thought that this year would be the BEST christmas ever. We were so wrong!

    TO BE CONTINUED