Every year on christmas eve i have always gotten the same dream. it all started with me and my dad. I was asleep and my dad was in the restroom. i woke up and i saw santa and he asked us if we wanted to help him. so me and my dad said sure. and we went with them. We stopped at my old preschool friends house and they were still partying and i asked my dad if i could stay with them and he said yes but in a mad tone so i was like getting mad at him. and i asked him if he really wants me to stay and he said yah. and i got back in santa’s slay and my dad threw me to the chimney and that was the end of the dream and i always got mad at my dad for this every morning.