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You tiredly melt into your comfortable bed, ready for the day to end. Your eyes slowly close, excited about what adventures the next day will bring.
You know that you’re dreaming, as you see yourself in a place you'd expect to see in a movie or in a story. Your eyes widen, mouth opening in surprise, when you notice that you were in a colossal red sleigh… that was flying! Next to you, there is a worn down, red book, containing a list of names (in so many different languages!) and a combination of numbers. Your head tilts to the side slightly and your eyebrows scrunched up in confusion at the random numbers and the words that followed. Jokkmokk, 仙台, Bifröst and Rennes??? On the last page of the book, in dainty, looped cursive, there is a short message that says; ‘You were chosen to be this year's, Santa Claus! Good luck!’ and a brief to-do list, explaining what to do. You feel stunned, and you also feel lucky for getting chosen. To you, everything feels muddled up and nothing makes sense. The only thing that you wanted was a nice, warm sleep. But, you couldn’t help but smile, excited by the promise of adventure.
After a while, you’ve understood how the whole process works. You see a city down below and see snow covering the rooftops, and fairy lights floating around in the trees. You're in Norway, you realise after recognising the famous Pulpit rock. You stare up above, hoping to see the clear, diamond-like stars twinkling above. Your eyebrows raise upwards and let out an exhale of white after realising that you could see the mystical green swirls of the Northern Lights. Your trip is getting better and better, and you smile to yourself. Just as you were filled with happy thoughts, the reindeer guiding the sleigh suddenly crashed into the big spruce trees. The sky darkens, and you run as fast as you can, towards the slay and panicking reindeer. Your boots struggle in the knee-deep snow, and finally, once you are near the reindeer, you note that they seem alright, the only thing missing is the presents!? You think of giving up, however you remember that you were chosen. Santa had chosen you for this job as he thought you would be capable of doing the job. If you give up now, what about all the other children who didn't receive a present? They were going to wake up and sulk in silence, as they noticed that Santa didn't even bother to gift them coal. Feeling a burst of determination, you quickly rush to find the presents. You find the presents and go back to the sleigh, and tell the reindeer to go to the next house right away.
You’re going to Switzerland, you realise after looking at the next present. You exit the sleight, with a satisfying crunch on the snow as you leave behind the footprints of your boots. Taking a deep breath, you decided to take a rest, pulling your wallet from the giant, fluffy jacket you were wearing. In that wallet, there is spare money from Santa! You purchase a large drink of hot chocolate and are amazed at how the sweet, sugar tasty matches the wonderful aroma of the liquid. Your mouth melts at the warm liquid. You walk with a bounce in your steps as you feel satisfied with the warmth provided by the hot chocolate.
You go to many countries and marvel at the differences between these countries and you can confidently say that no two places are the same. The different cultures around the world are amazing. You mentally note this, wanting to remember and research this when you get home. You don’t mind doing this alone, you realise. Everything that happened today, will stay in your memory forever! All the presents are delivered, and the sun has begun to rise, you see, gaping at a new kind of beauty above. You curl yourself into a nice comfortable position and decide that it wouldn’t hurt to doze off a little on the sleigh…
You sit upright in fright when you hear a sound. A very familiar sound. One that you’ve heard many times before. You slowly open your eyes, feeling dazed as you see… your room!? You jump out of bed in fright and run around in circles as if you were being chased by a cheetah. Your head and your shoulders droop down. It's just your normal house. Could what you had experienced be just a dream? You wish that it happened to you in reality. You lick the corners of your mouth and the corner of your mouth points upwards. You could taste the sweet taste of the hot chocolate that had lingered in your mouth.