January 24, 2015
The night before Christmas, the smell of warm homemade chocolate chip cookies baking for Santa filled the air. Our tree stood so tall and was covered with colorful bows and bright twinkling lights; the fragrance of fresh pine was simply divine. As the bright beautiful sun began to set, I knew that it wouldn’t be too much longer before Christmas was finally here. Bedtime came and so did the rain, but I snuggled in my warm cozy bed and listened to the cold rain drops beat against my window and the blustery wind whistling outside. I was so sleepy that every yawn made my eyes fill with tears, but I was determined to wait up for Santa this year. Peering through my window, the morning sun began to rise, I jumped up remembering my parents saying that I had been especially good that year. I ran and leaped on my parent’s bed and shook them both so hard. I was so anxious to see what Santa had brought but it seemed like the clock had stopped and time was standing still because we couldn’t get to the living room fast enough. We finally made it to the living room, the chocolate chip cookies and milk were gone, but the smell of coffee brewing was definitely strong. I was sure that my eyes were deceiving me because beautifully wrapped presents seemed to be everywhere. I didn’t even know which one to open first. My dad was reclined in his favorite leather chair, sipping on steaming hot coffee from his favorite orange mug and my mom armed with her camera determined to get a picture of my every smile, and out of the blue the doorbell rings! For a split second, all I could think about was who could be visiting us so early in the morning. I looked up at my mom as she told me to go answer the door. She was trying her best to hide the grin on her face. I ran to the door filled with fear of not knowing who it could be on the other side. I slowly opened the door and peeked through...
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