Peppa was bustling around the living room, her little snout twitching with excitement. 'It's Christmas Eve!' she squealed, jumping up and down.

Mummy Pig smiled, gently reminding Peppa, 'But before Santa can come, we need to be in bed.' Peppa looked at her with wide eyes, the thought of Santa visiting making her even more excited.

'I don't think I can sleep, Mummy,' Peppa admitted, bouncing on her bed. 'I'm too excited about Christmas!'

Mummy Pig smiled, hugging Peppa close. 'How about we read a Christmas story?' she suggested. 'That might help you sleep.'

As Mummy Pig read the story, Peppa's eyes grew heavy. She imagined herself in the snowy world, watching the reindeers fly across the sky.

The story was filled with magic, joy, and the spirit of Christmas, making Peppa feel warm and fuzzy inside. She snuggled closer to Mummy Pig, her eyes slowly closing.

Mummy Pig finished the story, looking down at Peppa, who was fast asleep, her little snout twitching in her sleep. She smiled, gently tucking Peppa in.

Mummy Pig quietly left the room, leaving the door ajar. The house was quiet, the only sound being the soft rustling of the Christmas tree.

Suddenly, there was a soft thud, and Santa Claus appeared, his belly jiggling as he laughed softly. He began filling the stockings with presents.

Santa noticed the glass of milk and plate of cookies left out for him. He chuckled, taking a bite of the cookie before disappearing as quietly as he had appeared.

Peppa woke up, squealing in delight when she saw the presents. She ran to wake up Mummy Pig, her tiny hooves clattering against the floor.

As they opened their presents, Mummy Pig smiled at Peppa, feeling grateful for the joy and love that filled their home. It was truly a magical Christmas.