Rain trickles down the window beside us, but the Joy we have on Christmas Eve helps us forget about all of our surroundings. Although it is only 70 degrees outside, the laughter and hot cocoa fills the room with warmth as if we were covered in a hundred blankets. Mom tells us that it is time for bed, but our excitement for Santa's arrival keeps us up all night. We can't wait for the upcoming events that we have been waiting for for the past 365 long days. It seemed as if this day would never come. Dad finally dials down the Christmas tunes that has been playing since Black Friday. My eyes start to get heavy and I drift away into what seemed like an everlasting slumber.
The sound of the loud footsteps from my siblings racing to the Christmas tree wakes me from my peaceful sleep. But as soon as I take a look under the Christmas tree for my presents, I am shocked to only see two small boxes with my name on it. My body abruptly explodes with anger, but it quickly fades away as I remember what Christmas is all about. We gather around the breakfast table and thank God for all of the blessings that he gave us throughout the year. I stuff my face with my Mom's world famous Turkey that she saved from Thanksgiving Day. The festivities that we undertake throughout the day completes this truly magical Christmas Day.
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