Christmas Eve from the Perspective of the Cookies

"The giant, rotund man must have eaten two-thousand of my brethren.  We have witnessed the screams and cries of the kings and queens.  It's that time of year.  My family and I have heard the rumors of this night.  A ginormous, white-bearded man that ransacks houses, leaves "gifts", and that 's all we know...no other cookie has lived to say any more than that of this current information.  Well, all except for the cookoracles (cookie oracles).  The cookoracles live in the deepest, darkest depths of the slaughter house known as the kitchen.  Ten cookoracles must have lived through this night.  The cookoracl...wait...do I hear...reindeer?  Oh no!  This is it!  This is the legen!  The man must have eaten my friends Bill, Joe, and John!  Maybe he won't fit through the chimney!  Maybe I'll be saved!  But I hear him coming!  It's all over!  The man must have been having some trouble getting down the chimney due to his massive size.  There he is.  He's in the house.  My family, they're panicking.  The man known as Santa, according to his jacket, must have had ten-thousand "gifts" in his bag.  He is pulling them out of his bag...placing them under the tree...it's over!  Here he comes!  MOM NO!!!  DAD!!!  Hmph...  I can feel the wind in my crumbs, as the monster lifts me closer and closer to the pit.  Well friends...I guess this is goodbye.  Go and tell the cookoracles what happens after he eats the cookies.  Goodb..."