The snow is gently drifting down to the ground, a chill is in the air. Lying wide awake in your bed tossing and turning trying to make tommorow come faster. Yet it doesnt . Somewhere between 1 or 2 in the morning you fall asleep dreaming of what under the tree. As soon as your eyes are open you make a mad dash to the tree to see what under it. Then you wake up your parents to come down so you can open them. This process takes alot of patience for some reason. As thay seem to move to slow for your taste. Finally after they have had their coffe and their cameras are in place BOOM good bye Christmas paper.



( what all do you hope is under Christmas tree this year?)