HAMta
You wake up, it’s 11:30 on Christmas Eve. You walk down the stairs, you hear a noise that sounds suspiciously like reindeer coming from the roof. You continue walking until you get to the living room, there is a glass of milk and a plate of cookies on the side table, a bag of carrots resting beside them — your family’s Christmas tradition. Suddenly, you hear a shuffling sound being emitted from the fireplace, you cautiously approach the wall it resides upon, the noise continues. It gets louder and louder, soot starts to leak out of the passage and then there is a loud bang, the soot becomes heavy in the air. When the obstruction clears it appears, a large old man, a full white beard rests upon his chin, a red and white hat adorns his head and a suit of he same colours on his body and he appears to be holding a sack of sorts. When you finally meet his eyes, he smiles, you let out a make a squeaking sound. The man lets out a hearty laugh “ham ham ham.”
