let me tell you about a tale of my last chrismas. I woke up one day look at
the calendar. I was shoked, I fogot about the best day ever CHRISMAS! I lept out
of bed and sprinted down the stairs and I saw
under the tree there was a old
but carefully wrapped.I wondered who got me this, it was addressed to me but it
didn't say who got me it. Its pink bow was soft as a feather, its wrapper was as
dark as a shadow, I was temted to open it but I had to wait till 6 and that
would take 6 hours. I opened it and my dad came down stairs and said "You have
proven me wrong." victory was mine!
the calendar. I was shoked, I fogot about the best day ever CHRISMAS! I lept out
of bed and sprinted down the stairs and I saw
under the tree there was a old
but carefully wrapped.I wondered who got me this, it was addressed to me but it
didn't say who got me it. Its pink bow was soft as a feather, its wrapper was as
dark as a shadow, I was temted to open it but I had to wait till 6 and that
would take 6 hours. I opened it and my dad came down stairs and said "You have
proven me wrong." victory was mine!
