Christmas Morning
My eyes flew open! It’s morning! It’s light and best of all it’s Christmas! Wow! Santa’s been here I just knew it and since I figured that I'd been mostly good, there were lots of stuff waiting for me. A wave of exhilaration flooded over me like a tidal wave filling every inch of my body with excitement. My bedsheets flew in every direction as I jumped to my feet. Like Superman, whose “S” happened to be plastered across the front of my red footies, I jumped off my bed to the bedroom door in a single bound. Faster than a speeding bullet, around the corner I flew only to come to a screeching halt halfway down the hall. Mom and Dad’s room is just to the right and since Mom says no running in the house, I figured that corner time was not the best way to start Christmas. I listened for a moment and didn’t hear a thing. Well, I thought no need to bother them; after all they’re old and probably need their sleep. So I decided to go solo the rest of the way at a walk, although it was a brisk walk.
At the top the stairs I looked down towards the bottom. Figuring that today is a day to be bold, I decided to do the stairs, two steps at a time, like Dasher or Prancer bounding from rooftop to rooftop. So, down I went. Unfortunately, the very last step caught my foot and down took on a new meaning as I went sprawling across the floor; much like my building blocks when I play monster dinosaur.
As I jumped up and found nothing broken except an owie on my nose, I realized I wasn’t Dasher or Prancer; but being Rudolph was OK too. Taking a breath, I looked about the front room. It was all very happy with the windows draped in reds and greens with gold trim and smiling Santa Clauses on every level surface. Cinnamon tickled my nose from the cookies Mom and I baked last night. I remembered the batter tasting so good; even better after it had hardened on my shirt.
“Wait!” my mind shouted. Why am I thinking of cookies? There are more important things in the living room, under the Christmas tree. I gazed towards the living room. The entrance was in the usual spot but today it looked a zillion miles away. Well it wasn’t getting any closer by standing here so my right foot took a step; then the left. It all seemed to take so agonizingly long, but step by step, another step and another the living room slowly came closer until I finally could peek in through the door. The top of the Christmas tree towered over the top of the couch like my teacher does when I write notes to Jenny. Then I knew it was time to make my move. With all of my strength I exploded into a frantic run and before I knew it, I burst though the entrance and into the living room. A sense of triumph flooded over me as I raised my hands and danced, like those guys under that big yellow fork, in the football games dad falls asleep to on Sundays.
Then it caught my eye and my sense of triumph turned to awe. I’ve never seen a grander more beautiful sight. There in the middle of the room, under the Christmas tree, was piled the biggest mound of gifts, and I’ve seen many mounds in my seven years, that has ever been seen. The Christmas tree shined in the morning light; all adorned with ornaments of every shape and size. Sparkling tinsel draped from every branch making the tree look as if magic was cascading like a waterfall from the top to the very bottom.
Underneath, packages upon packages were stacked high all wrapped in colored paper with ribbons and bows; which will look much prettier after I rip it all to shreds. As I stood there, mouth agape trying to take in all of the beauty, all of the happiness, and all just for me, my mind searched the ten words that I know to describe my joy. But when it opened to say the right one, all I could utter was WOW!
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