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The master burglar....

"It was all quiet in the house. The soft light of the streetlamp fell warm and soundless on the floor of the living room. It sparkled in ornaments in the christmas tree, which were dancing to an enchanted melody that was inaudible for human ears. The old dog had curled up next to the fireplace in which the dying flames softly crackled. On the window sill was a cat dreaming of an exciting hunt.
Upstairs, where the light of the streetlamp barely light up the window, the parents had tugged in the kids.
A young princess with hair like spun gold and an even younger prince with the cutest nose one could imgine were fast asleep. In their dreams they were imagining their wonderful presents the master burglar would bring.
Not far from them in the other bedroom the queen and her husband were fast asleep as well. The day had been long and all were resting deeply.
Just the clock were softly ticking away the hours. The hands were just about to meet at midnight, as there was some noise to be heard outside the house."
Charles paused for a moment and looked at his audience. Dakota was already such a young lady and not as easily captured by a simple fairy tale. But Hayden Scott was listening intently and almost forgetting to breath.
Charles grinned and continued: "The old dog stirred and raised one of his ears. The cat just yawned and stretched before curling up once more. " Dakota chuckled. Hayden Scott said "Awwwwww!" and wished he could cuddle the soft fur of the cat or the dog. "There were soft footsteps walking over the roof.", Charles continued. "And this time the dog lifted his head to see what was going on. Not a moment to late! Down the chimney came the master burglar. He was wearing a red suit and black boots and funny red head with a white brim. He stepped out of the fireplace and the old dog was ready to bark and growl as fiercly as possible. But the master burglar had come preprared and reached in his pocked to offer some dog treats."
Charles paused again.