The bright moon cast shadows into my bedroom. It was Christmas Eve night and Santa would be creeping into our dark living room and stuffing our stockings with presents.
Pretty soon I was fast asleep and dreaming of all the presents Santa would bring and seeing his milk mustache after he drinks the warm milk and eats the delicious sugar cookies that my mom and I made together.
The warm sunlight danced into my bedroom on Christmas Day morning. I ran downstairs as fast as a little mouse to see what Santa had brought me. My parents and my little brother were already downstairs.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS!" they shouted.
"Merry Christmas to you too!" I answered back.
The four of us opened our presents and were grateful for all of them. My favorite present was a scarf that my mom knitted for me by hand.
A tradition of sitting down as a family and reading the story of how Jesus came to earth has been in our family for over centuries now.
I love christmas and enjoy every part of it!
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