My Family Christmas

Each Christmas with my family is spectacular, but one Christmas when I was about 8 years old sticks out in particular. My parents woke me up at around 8:30 that cold, Christmas morning like they usually do. I laid in bed for a while that morning not wanting to leave the comfort of my bed. I was tucked into my blankets so much that I looked like a burrito. Once I finally worked up the courage to get up from my cozy, warm bed that begged me to stay, I walked downstairs to our living room. But, as I exited my room I found a Hot Wheels car sitting right outside my room. Of course, it was normal for Santa to put a car there each year. Except, I was 8, so everything was exciting to me. It was a Hot Wheels car that looked like the Batmobile because I did, and still do, love superheroes. I rushed down the carpeted stairs to show my parents what I had gotten as a present from St. Nick. I jumped for joy and practically shouted while I was telling them about my gift. Then, my mom reminded me that my sisters were still sleeping and that I couldn’t wake them up until 9 o’clock. After I stopped telling my parents, mostly my dad, about my new Hot Wheels car, I finally saw a huge stuffed unicorn that was so huge, I could practically ride it if I wanted to. The second the clock switched from 8:59 to 9:00, I skipped frantically to my sister’s bedrooms to wake them up. I tried to hurry them out of bed but they were moving sooo slowly. After everyone opened their stockings, we started opening the profusion of presents underneath the tree. Then, we ate a special Christmas breakfast that my mom made. After that, we relaxed in our serene environment before heading off to my grandparents for Christmas dinner. It’s still one of my favorite Christmases to this day, not because of the presents or the food, but because both of my sisters were there to spend Christmas morning with us.