One of the most memorable days of my life was the Christmas of 2007. I woke up to the bright sunlight seeping through my window, and I knew today would be a Christmas I would never forget. The weather was fit for the season with fresh white snow gently falling from the sky, as I looked out the foggy window. I remembered this Christmas as if it happened yesterday.
The night before Christmas I remember sneaking down the steps, only to see my mom sneaking the presents under the poorly decorated Christmas tree, which had been messily put together by my siblings and me. Although I knew by seventh grade that Santa was not real, I knew that my younger brother and sister still very much believed in him. Not wanting my mom to see me, I quickly sneaked back to my room unnoticed. I stayed up all night thinking about all the gifts I would receive in the morning, and wondering if I got what I asked for. Desperately trying to get to sleep, I knew it was going to be a night of restlessness and anticipation.
Waking up bright and early, I hoped out of bed and rushed downstairs to the Christmas tree. Seeing that I was the only one awake at seven in the morning, I seized the moment. I began searching from present to present, trying to pick out my presents from the rest of them. Once I had gathered my neatly wrapped presents into a stacked pile, I had given each gift a quick test to try to determine if I got what I wanted. I gave the gifts the weight test, the shake test, and looked at the size of it. I even went to the extremes by making a slight unnoticeable tear in the snowman wrapping paper trying to guess what was inside.
After rummaging through all of the Christmas gifts, I decided it was about time to start unwrapping them. So, I went and woke everyone up for the joyous occasion. My mom, brother, and my sister and I all gathered in the decorated living room around the Christmas tree. The room was filled with a couple of newly lit candles which had the...