When I think of Christmas I think of spending my time with my family, and waking up on Christmas morning and seeing all the presents under the tree and just having “Fun”. So now i’m going to tell you a story.
It’s the morning of Cristmas eve and I just woke up it’s snowing outside. my mom,dad,and sister are still asleep i’m barely awake and i’m stumbiling threw the hall because i’m still asleep I walked down the hall to see if my mom or dad were awake yet guess what they wern’t. At 5 aclock pm my family and I went to Red Lobster to eat we eat there very year it’s kind of a tradition. when we got home we started to open presents I couldn’t wait I was jumping off the walls I was so excited.
It was Christmas day I was the first person up and I went to the living room and I looked under the tree and all I could see was presents I ran into my moms room and woke them up and then ran into my sisters room to wake her up to. I ran back in to the living room and started to open presents it was so much fun to figure out all my presents.