When I was seven years old ,and it was almost Christmas I was getting so excited. I would ask my dad almost everyday after school if I could open a gift. He would say, "No!!! It's not Christmas yet!" I would get mad and walk away, but I could still understand why, because it was just not Christmas yet. When Christmas day finally came I almost forgot. When I realized what day it was, I jumped out of my bed, ran down the hallway, sat on the floor and grabbed a gift to open. It was a Nintendo 3DS! I screamed out YES!!!! because I had been asking for this all year. My dad was a little bit upset because I hadn't even waited for my parents to sit down.
When I was eight I waited until Christmas Eve to ask if I could open a gift. My dad said, "Yes, only one." So I picked one that had a funny shape and it was a nail polish kit. It was ok. That christmas I woke up in the middle of the night and was so excited I stayed awake until morning. When my dad got up he saw me sitting on the couch watching TV. I started asking if we could start opening gifts and he said, "Yes." The first gift I opened was a tablet, I cried and laughed at the same time. I sure wish I would have picked that one the night before.
What do you remember from your last two Christmases?
~super kitty
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