This is my attempt at creating a really long sentence. I am hoping that I do not have a run-on here. It is 260 words!
When the children crept up to their respective rooms and beds on Christmas Eve night, after the unyielding anticipation of a year long wait for the glorious day when they would celebrate the birth of their savior once again, although they may not really appreciate the true meaning and profoundness of the holiday, they undoubtedly believed they heard the faint jingling of bells and the stomping of hooves on roofs from a distance where Santa already began his trip across the world to deliver presents to all of God’s children with the help of his trustworthy reindeer; however, little did the little boy and girl know that their parents were about to pull out their presents from the hiding place in the basement in the locked closet where the children would never venture and most definitely never question why they could not gain access to this area, were about to devour the cookies that they had actually helped bake but allowed the children to decorate with all sorts of ornate frosting and sprinkles that also ended up all over the walls and floors of the kitchen in the process, were about to place all the wrapped presents with labels inscribed by “Santa” himself, and were about to fill the stockings hanging from the fireplace which would cause the children to question in the morning how Santa managed to slip down the fireplace with burning embers still at the bottom from their late night fire and escape without a single burn, scrape, or any other sort of mark what so ever.
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