One fine Christmas morning, we were all sitting in the living room floor, beside the Christmas tree. There wasn't a single present under the tree. We were all upset, we thought that we had been too naughty for Santa to come and visit our home. Ma and pa were telling us that maybe Santa just hadn't made it to our neighborhood just yet, then we heard a knock on the front door and thought it was Santa coming to bring us our presents, but instead it was the mail man. He had a big bag full of Christmas presents for us. He told us that Santa's sleigh had broken down so he was helping him deliver his gifts. The mail man was kind enough to pass out each individual gift to each of us. Ma and pa even got a few gifts. The mail man said that he hated to run off be he had more gifts he had to deliver to the rest of the families in the neighborhood. We thanked the mail man numerous times for helping Santa out and delivering our presents.