I am Magda and now I am 14 years old. When I was seven, I was in Poland with my family (that being where I come from!) I couldn't sleep that night because it was Christmas Eve and like many other children, I was too excited to fall asleep. My mind was going crazy! But after midnight passing by, I decided to get into bed and close my eyes. I tried sleeping, which would not work. So, I just ended up tossing and turning to find a comfortable position.
In my bedroom, there was a large wardrobe (which belonged to my cousins. We were staying at theirs!) I happened to look at it and found myself staring at it for a couple of seconds. I began to see what vividly looked like Father Christmas. He had a white, long beard and a red jacket. I stared at it, eyes wide-open for what seemed like ages, but was in fact only probably a few seconds.
I couldn't move, I could hardly breathe properly. At that time, my dad came into my room to say good night to me, and he could see my scared face. I pointed up to the wardrobe (I could still see Father Christmas) but my dad just looked at me as if I had gone mad. In the end, I burst into tears and ran out of the room into the kitchen. My family heard me and came running after me. I explained what had happened and they told me that I just got a little too excited about Christmas.
I know that's not true and that I really did see him. What I can't figure out is why! Was it really Father Christmas or was it an evil spirit trying to get through to me by pretending to be him?
Please help me out!