Ethan and his friends waited for the clock to strike twelve. The trap was set. They had paid double to get the extra strong stuff. This year, they would make sure Santa would be flying not on his reindeer, but on their weed infused milk and cookies. Nathan wiped the crumbs off his face with the sleeve of his shirt. He made the cookies, so he saw no reason why he couldn't partake. Just as the clock struck midnight, the boys heard footsteps approaching their chimney. They excitedly rushed to their hiding spots in the living room, as they waited for Santa to arrive.